Poverty

 

Poverty touched my hands today

He smiled and gripped my arms

Asking for just one meal

 

Will I give out of generosity

Or will I give out of guilt

Why do they have no options, while I have mine.

 

Poverty touched my hands today

And it cracks the aqua colored fiber of my oblivion.

 

 

 

 

 

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2 comments

  1. Albert Soriano · July 8

    This is simply sad, and deep. I read it twice, internalized, and arrived with the same feeling. I admire your writing, it strikes.

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  2. ederline · July 10

    Thank you Albert Soriano for appreciating this poem and that it resonates in you. Yes, it was a simple poem, but conveys the apathy that we have or that taken for granted reality we see around us.

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