Thursday, October 18, 2018

Abundance/poets united midweek motif/abundance

Abundance

Have we forgotten
We grew up 
In a time of abundance
For the most part

Is there a difference
Between want and need
I see it everyday
You stand on the street

You are just a boy
A homeless mom
You wave at me
A friendly smile

I roll my window down
Search my purse
For extra bills
Who will help

It is really up to me
…and you
We do not go to bed hungry
…or cold

We sit before the fire
Sing songs
Listen to the radio
The fire flickers

Your face stays with me
Your ragged clothes
Your pregnant wife
Your faithful dog

October 18, 2018





7 comments:

Susan said...

Wow! Yes, yes, a necessary poem, a heart-string pulling poem, one exuding intelligence and feeling both. Tank you.

annell4 said...

Thank you Susan!

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

In the midst of the abundance that most of us experience, there are pockets of poverty, sometimes on the street corner, sometimes next door. When we ignore that poverty, we ourselves become poorer.

annell4 said...

Your words are true!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I can see those faces, too, remembered as you sat by the fire..........this is very moving, Annell.

annell4 said...

Thank you Sherry.

purplepeninportland.com said...

This is an important poem, Annell. I see those people, and even families. No matter if you help or not, they haunt you.

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