A Beggar's Body

Ever since, I have inherited a 
Beggar's body, no longer may
I inherit the wind. Or, can I ?

The sun and wind, sea and stars,
Are but like high hills to be scaled. 
From atop, a huge universe expands.

For me, this sight is but an illusion
Fostered in my mind by desires felt,
But never more, to be fully realized.

Is mine a waste ? Or, is it the inevitable ?
"Beggars can't be choosers" echoes on.
I'm of the former, seeking pleasing breezes.

Ronald C. Downie