Vagabond’s Purse 1 comment

22 Jun 2004 @ 14:45, by Marissa A Spencer Vagabond’s Purse There is nothing left than a vagabond’s purse Filled with trinkets from many lands Each at one time treasured Now just tinkling icons of no value One can hear them jingling with empty promise Buy this lovely scarf, or a nights lodging It is but a lonely sound in the dark night Deceptions carried by hand into the heart Hopes are crushed in the realized day As a soul is bought and sold with tin They gather what pride they can And face the proprietor’s extracted price © July 7, 2003 Marissa A Spencer

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