A salvation worker
Stands and
Shake their bells like clovers
Made of gold.
Only a wish away from a problem
Being over.
Outside stores for luck,
Stood in the present as
Customers spend their bucks.
Ironically, walks by... the buck.
Begging for a merry merry merry.
Wearing unpopular colors,
White and cherry.
The ringing over over
And over.
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The imagery of the salvation worker shaking their bells and the irony of the buck walking by highlights the often-overlooked struggle of the less fortunate during festive times.