DonationA Poem by BeccyHalf the world is fat, half the world is thin and half the world is still locked out, still trying to get in. And the flicker flame of conscience is that all pervading screen, those little arms as thin as sticks, those eyes that haunt your dreams; and you would not harm so lightly the kitten taken in, or the chance on Sunday mornings to absolve a little sin. Yet that envelope discarded like a coin dropped to the floor, becomes no more than memory, one more pebble on the shore; but still the world turns endless on, the wheels of commerce spin, whilst half the world is still locked out, still trying to get in. So sleep dear child, sleep all you can, dream every wish come true; for this world is thin, as thin can be but not so thin as you.
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Added on August 30, 2014Last Updated on August 30, 2014 AuthorBeccyUnited KingdomAboutI'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..Writing
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