Beggars

The city goes already crazy with Christmas purchases. The cars sizzles the rain on the road. Everyone tries to over survive his life. Who has too much, much and who has nothing, neither an umbrella.
Beggars are at work: one strained hand, wizened skin, one hat, a postboard, someone plays.
Others beg their bosses to keep the job, beg strangers to have a job, beg governments.
We prepare resume filled by our competence and expertise. We send those by bottle begging almost the destiny.
Are we going for happiness, richness, satisfaction, power? It's a multifactorial question, and the answer is another question: does anyone exist who does not have to beg?

Here we are
a muddy puddle of water
where is reflected our dream of society
what it could have been