XX: Bay Beggar
I sat upon a youthfully-made pew
with such a man who spoke with quiet word.
His eyes were those that shimmered as with dew
and plead for all the love one can afford.
He ever wore a hat that made it seem
as if his manner wasn't so demure.
But if upon your face his gaze would deem
your soul would long to succor and assure.
We sat upon that bench many a day
and sha…
