Beauty in the Beggar

There's a stray dog crawling up to you,
Timid, somehow timeless, treading heavy,
You don't know how to treat it, but I do.
You don't like loneliness now, do you?

High-maintenance dreams
The glamour the city will take away,
Such a beautiful face, so it seems.
Such a place for sour worm dreams.

The timeless notion of give and take,
Sitting on the streets, you're up in the air,
Glitter and grudges are all you make.
Some freedom and ethics you'd never for take.

Captivated by where the sun goes;
I remember being a child,
Fascinated by the gaps between my toes
Wondering where the space below goes.

The grays' decided to climb some trees,
Delivering home some much needed closure,
But for what? A beggar forced to his knees,
Meditating to the sound of falling trees.