BEGGAR MY NEIGHBOUR

I saw him appear from the door of the shop;

"Excuse me," he muttered, believing I'd stop.

But I knew what was next and ignored what he said,

Silent, unseeing, I walked straight ahead.

 

I hurried on by to a brief pause and then

"Excuse me," he called, vainly trying again.

Entering the shop, I felt I had sinned

As another "excuse me" was lost on the wind.

beggar

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Comments

steve mellor

Fri 11th Nov 2011 20:32

makes you think doesn't it (and i suppose that's what it's all about)

it may not be too long before we're hearing an 'excuse me' from communities rather than the odd individual.
thinking about it, perhaps it's already happening

stella jones

Fri 11th Nov 2011 16:40


ah..yes I would think many know of this feeling.

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