The Prospects of Good
I set myself into the exaggeration
of this day, gathered here by
offers and pleas: food, clothes,
disposables for those with less.
We gather for prospects of good,
of character, but examples are
perceptions by nature, and I feel
dull and colourless in this cradle
of charitable cunning. I am not
so well born, not so well bred
as these so genteel. My shoes
are bred for misery and ruination
by weather, and I am misplaced.