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Post by diasdoano on Feb 28, 2012 20:13:21 GMT -5
 See the wandering man on the street ! It´s the one there in the corner ! He has already been rich, so rich ... Meanwhile nothing is left but honour ! Poor beggar sad old man Who begs his bread - pence What´s his feigned friends Since just is left him pains ? .......
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Post by poetkate on Mar 3, 2012 12:40:56 GMT -5
Meanwhile nothing is left but honour !
Love this line. It tells me the beggar
is already rich. Friends may leave,
but honour will be a light forever there.
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Post by diasdoano on Mar 3, 2012 20:10:09 GMT -5
Poetkate, your comment is also richly wise and I agree with your assertion. Thank you so much !
Domício.
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Post by purplespirit on Mar 4, 2012 4:54:42 GMT -5
The Beggar - a picture so poor but offering so much insight and wisdom of life. Nothing of eternal worth can be bought and even having nothing left but life does honour a person with respect. Wonderful poetic thoughts my friend, thank you for sharing with us! Hugs, Ursula xx
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Post by diasdoano on Mar 4, 2012 10:18:26 GMT -5
Thank you so much for the great and true sweet comment ! I loved it very much !
Domício.
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echoes, hope you all are doing well 
