Well for All

No, this is not my poverty that you see,
it is your own;
I only wear it for you, my friend.

But your eyes are poor
and observe no equal in me.
I see them dreaming of your salvation.

Yes, I would rather shake you by the hand
for nothing, for the sheer joy of it,
than accept your charity and vain pity.

I would lead you to my home
in which my children sleep, whose dreams
merge with your children’s dreams
in the Land where all is well
and well for all.





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