The Beggar (poem)

There once was a Beggar , who went through the town By day asking pennies, by night a whole crown He never had slept neath a fine feather bed Nor lay his head down on a fluffy bedstead. To no one he talked, To no one laid bare His trials and heartaches, His troubles and care. At death no one missed him, A small spot was gone The night would not miss him, And nor would the dawn 9/17/08