"You look a little
On the down and out,"
I said concerned
And smiled.
But you refuse to
Tell me now:
Charity given in vain.
Oh! Absolve me from
My invisible kindness
My charities must look
Black as soot;
For you have never
Recieved, nor declined it
In graceful manner.
Leave me to learn to
Dance to life's
Happy song. You reak
Disonnance in my day,
But refuse to let
Me harmonize.
Give me cadance.
