Beggarman, Thief

Beggarman thief, who took my heart:
Do you think that you can use it?
Where will you hide it, and what will they say-
That you had audacity, to choose it?

Beggarman thief, it's a useless heart,
And won't further your aims or plans;
You see, it's already been used up-
Wrung dry by another's hands.

Beggarman thief, it's an empty choice
You've fastened your wiles upon;
For all you'll find are some children's jacks-
And some dreams, once in a song.

Katelon M Starre
I usually find poetry with definite rhyme schemes and constructs very forced and too sing-songy, but I really like this, it has a good flow and a very satisfying ending. Two thumbs up! :)

2ndVoice
I love the objectification of the item "heart" in this. Once outside there are so many places to go and the "childrens jacks" ...great ...that is all one might be left with when the rest has been taken or foolishly given. Can't say enough about how well you write.

Fay Slimm
Refuelling yourself with something beautiful like poetry is a wise answer for emptinesss dear Pattie and you have written beauty here in a poetically wistful verse. which is heartfelt.

carol
lovely patti just perfect

Patrick McFarland
Welcome back Patty :)

sonetta
"and some dreams, once in a song"......beautiful!! (hey! long-time no hear...)

Kerry O'Connor
Hi Patti, great to see one of your poems here today. I love the wistfulness of these lines. They make me a little sad.