Classic Poem

So many beggars everywhere,
In crowded street and train;
So many beggars, maimed and bent,
Like leafless trees in rain.

So many beggars, pierced by fate,
Who whisper dismal tales
Of dreams drifting on starless seas
And life's incessant gales.

And yet, more fortunate are they
Than we, who silent are,
Revealing but to passerby
The faint external scar!