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