PLEASE, SIR!

PLEASE, SIR!


Please, Sir, please give me a dime,
Or maybe a quarter,
So that I may quench my thirst
And eat a little bread.

Please, Sir, please don’t tell me that
I’m just good for nothing.
I have heard that so often,
Now I believe it’s true.

I have no more ego left,
No morals, no scruples.
Please, Sir, please don’t remind me
That I’m no gentleman.

It so happens, gentlemen
Lose all their gentleness
When they are facing bad times
And are feeling hungry.

So, therefore, my noble Sir,
Will you kindly give, please,
Just a quarter so that I
May kill hunger and thirst?


* Written in 7-6-7-6 format
* Also posted as entry 357060 in "MISCELLANEA" , MISCELLANEA

*Related poems:

"PLEASE TAKE ME--award winner" 
"MR. NOBODY" 
"BEGGAR" 


M C Gupta
21 January 2005