The Prospects of Good

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.









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