Giving

Beggar's sign: "Since I am invisible to you, here's my hat for you to ignore." Beggar returns to find his cap overflowing with coins. Because people, willfully blind, neglected the vagrant's form? Because coins in a vacated hat are droplet weapons of scorn? Because people guilty seize the chance to better someone's life, bleak, forlorn? Bits of silver detached from the heat of quarrel. Unseen acceptance, a worn-down laurel.

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Sara Kendrick

Date: 1/5/2021 4:31:00 AM

I can remember when I was a child that the disabled sat in front of stores around the square of town where I live. I know that had to be awful for them. At least now there is some funds set aside for them so they can get a regular monthly check. Thanks for all the visits to my page. Sara

Brian Sambourne
Date: 2/7/2021 5:58:00 PM

Hi Sara You are so thoughtful in your support of soupers. Thank you for your observations. Look after yourself dear lady. Best wishes Brian