mendicant

Sad blind men
on piss soaked corners
plead for honey, money and ale.
Feel my smell,
the diminutive yell,
hoping for sympathy in visual detail.
Fell, i did.
Fall, I will without understanding why.
Falling
into the detriment of contempt for
those who REALLY need help.
So easy.
But feel the light growing in you,
in your actions.
And know
know
once these trials of compassion
turn to joyous vacations
from the soul venom of parsimoniousness,
then the world is at your
fingahtips.