What Souls Hope To Find
An abundance of denial…
your mind turns away
What spirit embraces,
wealth hides and delays
“The dignity of the old man
in worn tattered clothes
Frayed pants covering high
button shoes, but not toes
“He wanders among us
just over the line
As eyes fail to see
what souls hope to find”
An elegance to rival
your white tie and tails
Where life now stripped free
of false richness—prevails
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2019
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