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| Beggar's Dream © Copyright George Papavgeris, July 2001 I can’t remember who it was that said “sleep is the poor man’s friend”, but I subscribe to that view. Watching people walking by Monday through to Monday; On the pavement, in the park, By the church on Sunday. In the market, by the docks Chair my folded cardboard box P'rhaps I'll get a wooden one When I'm buried one day. Sitting in the cold since dawn, Didn't get one penny. People freely give their scorn; Charity not many. You may think that I am free, But I'm slave to poverty. And I'm hungry for a chance, But I don't get any. P'rhaps I do deserve my life, P'rhaps I knew no better. P'rhaps you could be where I am Just a poor old beggar. When I hurt and when I cry Who cares what's the reason why? What I need 's a smiling eye And a piece of bread, Sir. VHORUS Come, night, over me Come, sleep cover me Come, dreams, comfort me Lie to me Show me Paradise Show me a better life Show me what it's like To be free |
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