The Beggar

 

Kick me good and leave me here,
I best a lowly beggar be;
the gateway to the tower of life,
it opens not for me.

No alms, no rice, no charity;
I have no bowl, I have no flask,
I only sit and all I ask
is that you kick me as you pass.

Whatever lies inside me
hides,
And that which might pervade me
waits;
the boots of warriors of the way
might free me from this beggar’s state–

So kick at me with all your might
If you should see me on the street;
you’ll know me from my absent heart
you’ll see me sitting
half-asleep