To a Beggar’s Prayer

To a beggar’s prayer

Once it stood in splendid state

beside the gleaming sun;

as such, it did but radiate

with the strength of day begun.

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Once it grew with luscious lust

as fresh as it was new.

But, desiccated (turned to dust)

its strident days are through.

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Alas, nothing of its shape is left,

t’was buried grain by grain;

as if unsculptured (now bereft)

its past is but a stain.

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Give not what would cause despair,

‘offer not the desert to a beggar’s prayer’.

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© Tim Grace, (WS-Sonnet 66: line 2) 11 April 2011

Revised: 5 November 2022