In a bustling  open market
Before sunset
In buyers
And sellers heart
Seeking  a place
An emaciated old beggar
With a weather-worn face
Was pitifully collecting alms
Putting on tattered clothes.

Soon in a tear-jerking
And heart-wrenching manner
A poor blind boy
Playing a flute
Singing a song strong
Titillating everyone's heart
Invoked sympathy with art
"It was
On a cursed morn
Blind, to a pauper family
I was born!
If given a steal
Bread to eat,
How could I
Despise it?"

With no need for
A second thought
Deducting from what
The hardest way he got
Touched,the old beggar
Gave the sight
Deprived boy
A one Birr note
Though both were
On the same boat!

The pitiful have pity!
Is the lesson,
among vendors and buyers
The incident drove home
Before draws nigh gloam!