Friday, May 05, 2017

As a beggar who claims possessions

We come to this world alone and naked
And are clothed and fed by the grace of love

Why we grow up to think, all this is mine
Why can't we give, with equally love-filled

As a beggar who claims the bridge is his
Because he was born, sleeps and earns a living out there

So too are all, in this world of matter
Everything is graced, only we claim to have earned

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