Paint a picture
of a life worth spending
and shiver at the possibilities.
The coins
of my good fortune
will not last
in these travel clothes;
my boots worn thin
by so many miles.
The silver jingles
and is meant to be given
to the poorest days
who hold out their hands
for something more.
I cinch my belt tighter
and gather the courage
to walk with focused joy
toward the destinations
where I collapse
in laughter
and no reward
is greater
than abundant kindness.
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