Frankster Not Prankster
There was a man, in the twilight of his life. A misfit in modern society, of fast paced takers. He was given the gift of giving, of the apostles of old. Not just words he spoke, but part of his gold. After giving, and not receiving equal in kind, he had trouble reconciling his nature, in his own mind. He questioned his gift given at birth, and wondered if he should be like the others. But then how could he connect and meet his true brothers. Those who could see within, not just the color and shape of his skin. Or be tolerant of his manner not so social, just because he couldn’t feel the golden rule, in this society he viewed now as a deepening cesspool. If he denies his identity, he will become conflicted and truely lost. No longer connected to his spirit within, or his own boss.
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