Fool
Dancing fool in town today.
Stones they throw, to chase him out
A morsel of bread would take him far
On dancing legs, he would make his way.
Doors were slammed, no bread found he
Light fading to another day.
A child left out his daily slice
His dancing legs did stop
His tears the boy did see
Wondered why no one would give
The dancing fool a chance to live…
©Anita Dawes
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