With glittering eyes full of hope
They step outside at the break of dawn
With a sack on their back
They hunt for treasure on every track
Destiny plays its game strangely
What people throw away as in-necessities
They grab as opportunities
“Who should I choose today”?
“Red because you stand apart from the rest”?
“Or Green because you are the most serene”?
“Or White because finding you here is a rare sight”?
“Or Black because you hold mystery at your back”?
Who says beggars can’t choose?
Beggars can be choosers too!