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:
Wow! Yes, yes, a necessary poem, a heart-string pulling poem, one exuding intelligence and feeling both. Tank you.
Thank you Susan!
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.
Your words are true!
I can see those faces, too, remembered as you sat by the fire..........this is very moving, Annell.
Thank you Sherry.
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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