Copyright 2002 Athalia

December 19, 2002


A beggar begs on the avenue.

And a rich woman passes

On her way to a party

Wrapped in fur, diamonds, and her own pride and greed.

And a Sally Ann Santa Clause

Rings his tiny bell.

A hymn of hope for the hopeless

And a bit of music for those who

Can't even afford eight track cartridges.

The rich woman keeps walking

And the beggar drops his day's earnings into Santa's red bucket

It's not much, but it's all he can give.

And the sun sets on the avenue.


A/N: For those of you who don't know, The Sally Ann is a nickname for The Salvation Army. I hope you liked the poem. Please review!