When you say you are humble,
I look for your greatness.
When you say you stoop,
I scan your height.
When you say you are a giver,
I spy your purse.
If with no pain you stoop no sacrifice made;
and with no lean purse you give
No great deed.
It takes greatness to be humble as
It take height to stoop.
In my confusion I see, a poor humble man,
or do I say, a humble poor man or
Maybe, a humbled poor man.
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