The Life of a Beggar.
I walk down the street with my feet; not wearing anything, barefoot i beg along those people passing by. 'Milady, please give me some peny. For i have no food to devour' i always repeat those words everyday while my hands are stretched. C I always hear criticisms about my ripped and unwashed clothes, my appearance is what they often judge. 'Go away, you smelly beggar!', 'You should work!', 'Stop begging and apply for work!' most of the time people would yell all of those words at me and never did known how much it hurts me. How could i take a bath when i have no such place to go home? How could i live happily when my beloved family already left me? How could i apply for work when i'm lacking on my education? I'm already old yet nobody loves and wants to takecare of me. I can feel myself dying alone inside, my heart is already weak and i know that my end is near.
