beggar

by walterdoege

as a writer I have no thing to say…absolutely nothing…perhaps my writings…like autumn leaves on the streets and avenues of the city…forgetnesses…remembrances of days gone by…I am a tramp writer…tramping is close to loving, but I am a begging writer..I am a beggan…I have nothing to give but love…I have nothing to ask for but love…I am a beggar beging my existence…love is poverty…love is have no thing, just only loving…I beg…I am a beggar…I give love…no gain…some daily bread, loving