That's What I Suspected

Hark! Here comes a seasoned pleader,
Telling me with humid eyes that
Someone's needing food, or clothes,
A doctor's care, or legal aid. Could I
Contribute fifty dollars? I suppose
I could, I say, but first, I'd like to ask
You something: how much did you give?



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-06-30 at 17:47

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