Alms please

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In my mind,

If I fail to surmise

In societal strife,

I wonder how

The Lavender Bowtie

And my pride

Might unravel.

A sign that reads

"Alms please,"

Hiding haunted

In a fragile shell

Of humility

And timidity

At every strange

New set of shoes.

The passersby

Of spotlight shuffle

In a rush away,

Perhaps feeling

Rather the same.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Intellectual alms are also appreciated

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