Beggars of Life Page 19
by Jim Tully
“Others may sing of the wine and the wealth and the mirth,
The portly presence of potentates goodly in girth;—
Mine be the dirt and the dross, the dust and the scum of the earth!
Theirs be the music, the color, the glory, the gold:
Mine be a handful of ashes, a mouthful of mould,
Of the maimed, of the halt and the blind in the rain and the cold—
Of these shall my songs be fashioned, my tales be told. AMEN.”
THE END