Beggar's Choice

Rags
Big bowl
Awful song
This road knew him
So well it could count how much he had earn.

His clothes changed and his heart sprouted contempt;
His eyes, disdain;
His smile, scorn;
His songs,
Pride.

Coins
Became
Too heavy
Thus, got turned down
Refunded back into the cheerful palm.

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