Inner Woman Volume 2 -
95 Alms, Alms
The beggar’s cup
Dented tin
Its lip is curled
in sardonic snarl, a grin
Clasped firmly
in his hooked hand
He waves it at
the business band
Beside him giving
thoughtful pause
The one legged man
hops on with heroic cause
His briefcase settled
upon his back
Crutches firmly under arms
thick with strength he feels no lack
Each man an amputee
a limb lost somewhere
along life’s path
where God placed a dare
To thrive and lead
to bring hope,
inspire those who see
or tangle in despair’s long rope
You see they fought
the same long wars
one begs alms
the other, he soars
Choice is the difference
God gives us all
What is yours?
Will you answer the call?
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