Onus

Lovelace the Elder mused as to how the mighty had fallen as he observed a couple scavenging for seeds meant for songbirds.  The poet looked to the Face of Everyman for answers as to how these two had fallen on hard times and were now homeless in this land of bounty: the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  The venerable sage passed the blame on to the kindly ol’ pensioner.  Where will “the buck” stop?IMG_0134 (2)