fell across a beggar in the street
and they studied each other
the judge offered up no coin
it would not befit his trade to do so and the beggar expected none in return
yet the judge who was a man of high conscience
asked the beggar what he could do to advantage her circumstances
the beggar replied nothing your honour just keep walking
so the sun shines upon my face once more
and you can walk free like a man who has examined his path
and finds it free of guilt
there are no liens or bondages placed upon your steps
for to trip you up in life
the judge nodded in agreement with the sound argument of the beggar and found in her favour
the sun in its great arcs circling indifferent to those it chases into the shadows
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