#WritcoPoemPrompt9
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

Amid shadows where desperation resides,
A pilfered glance, where hope gently abides.
A morsel, stolen from the grasp of despair,
Its worth transcending gold, beyond compare.

A shirt, snatched to stave off winter's bite,
A stolen warmth to...