No change to give

every now and then it seems

i run into someone

asking me for change

change i do not have to give

most often i know it would go

for a beer or bottle of wine

but my heart still gets heavy

and it makes my stomach turn

to know i cannot help these homeless

anymore than i can help myself

for i can see this happening

to my family and me

for we have lost so many of us to death

there's only a few of us left

to carry on

it hurts to work so hard

and be so poor

you don't know if you can keep

the delapitated roof over your head

from falling in on top of you

or where you'll find the next loaf of bread

to keep your family fed

it really hurts when you have no one

to turn to

all you have is poetry and it doesn't reimburse you

this is how i feel tonight

upon this rainy summer night

 

Reviews

[Justin Tobey]

What a deep and emotional piece you've created. It's obvious that you feel very strongly about your message, and you displayed it with your usual eloquence. Great job!

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This is very heartfelt and sad. If it is fiction, it's a wonderful write. If not, it still is a wonderful write but, I also hope your troubles go soon. Thank you for sharing.