Point Of View Poem by Keith Parsons

Point Of View



Here is his minion who stares askance
At dirty nose children who stop to glance
At the near sighted beggar who holds a cup
And the stately old man with much too much

Here is the beggar both free and clear
Who studies to see who is walking here
The tired old man who’s scowling at children
Pretty young mistress, his high-priced calling

The prominent man locks eyes with glance
The odiferous beggar pans for chance
His youthful and beautiful wife to be seen
And children so playful for now, it seems

The innocent children having fun
See the creepy old man, his shoe undone
The sorrowful man is at home on the street
The helpful matron should care for his needs

It matters not how or who they see
It is all in your view of to whom you be
The world is askew from so much a bother
Their pretense for looking, only fodder

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