Generosity

RSM0812

The threshold of a man, absence of his fears,

Reflective anger here abound, nor forbidden tears.

Channeled worth, adhered by masks,

 Contemptuously displayed,

The planets worth, in a grasp,

Neglected day by day.

Bring the man a dollar, sifting in soliloquy,

Rested on your shoulder, his heavy head it sleeps.

Righteous not of true deceit, falling like the leaves.

In seasons missed by greed.

Oh unvirtuous disease.

 

  • Author: RSM (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 26th, 2026 08:30
  • Category: Unclassified
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