The Beggar

…from the quills of the dead white poets

Mikhail Lermontov (1814 – 1841)

By gates of an abode, blessed,

A man stood, asking for donation,

A beggar, cruelly oppressed

By hunger, thirst and deprivation.

He asked just for a piece of bread,

And all his looks were full of anguish,

And was a cold stone laid

Into his stretched arm, thin and languished.

Thus I prayed vainly for your love,

With bitter tears, pine and fervor,

Thus my best senses, that have thrived,

Were victimized by you forever!

About Paul Jacko

Jacko was born in Czechoslovakia not long before the communist putsch in February 1948. He studied industrial chemistry there and left in 1969 for Australia, where he became a lawyer and established his own practice. He has now retired and beside hunting, fishing, camping, prospecting and playing golf he amuses himself by writing.
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