A stolen morsel more precious than gold,
A stolen shirt to keep out the cold,
There is no price to hunger,
There is no price to shelter,
There is no price to kindness
When in the wilderness
One can only hope and pray
That a Samaritan comes ones way
Who cares enough to feed
And think of or figure out need
Giving the fishing rod and a fish
Thus enabling tomorrow's promise
Of not stealing or lying
But independent becoming.

#WritcoPoemPrompt9 #Guy3 #guy3specials


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