It is a bright and brisk morn,
The sun shining on the horizon, glowing afresh,
Delightfully warm on my skin,
As I jogged steadily along the sandy shore.

Not so warm for some, in body or spirit,
As I was to find out soon.
My eyes fell on a tiny, bedraggled creature,
Who came running up to me.

She kept pace with me and begged for alms,
Her smile more dazzling than the sun,
But I shooed her away with vehemence.
How dare she interrupt my m...