One On the Chin
Looking on with disdain
At the wayside street urchin
We feel within us a pricking pain
From conscience to us one on the chin
Judging the other by outer appearance
Unspoken thoughts veil not our intent
Where has gone innate innocence
The play divine joyful & content
09-October-2020
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2020
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