Leprous hands reach for my money
They deserve it           so do i!
What to do?
An eternal question truthfully answered
Only at the moment of inception

Rotten curled nubby flesh
With breath and life
Eyes two
Or perhaps one and dim
Motion on legs or leg and wood
Pain i hope never to know
Presented to me daily face first
Only place to hide
False selfish concepts generated
In fear and helplessness
Helplessness        a vicious agony
Maker of insanity
And compassionate movements
Stand i not where i want to be

Perfection well eludes full reality
Not even close really
Then how to embrace the imperfect what is?

Ugly is in the eye of the beholder