I see you over there with your worn out smile

We know you’re not alright

So let’s talk for a while

We both know what it’s like to feel incomplete

A worn out husk longing for something

And I know someone, who’s everything to me

A man who’s life was laid down for free

You can find him in the word, for he is the word

He brings a joy,

Of which you’ve never heard

So give him a chance,

Let him in

Let him wipe away your sins

For as this writing prompt has said,

I’m just one beggar telling another beggar where to find bread.