No
One Goes Hungry Here
The
disembodied voice sounds out across the rooms
Hustle of the usual
activities comes to a screeching halt
Each and every ear tunes in
to make sure they’d heard what they heard
Friends are
outside baring goodies and gifts
Exodus en masse to see what
bounty has befallen us this time
Echoing footsteps pounding down
the stairwells
Dinners, sandwiches, juices, cookies, soups, soft
drinks and apparel
Instances of Samaritans caring without race,
creed, colour or rhetoric
Nods of honest thanks is what is
mostly given back to the giving
God bless is heard in many
different accents and dialects
For as strange as it may seem, down
here, the soul is nourished as well
Righteous is a word used to
describe soup not sacrament
Each and every body received
unsolicited alms this day
No one ever begs although on occasion
some take to much
Zaniness returns quickly to the level it usually
occupies
Yet each and everyone keeps an ear open should another
friend appear
G.R. Hambley
01/14