#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

In a world where riches are often sought,
Where material possessions are dearly bought,
There's a truth that shines through the haze,
A truth that cannot be measured in praise.

A stolen morsel, a humble meal,
To a hungry soul, it's a priceless deal.
A stolen shirt, worn to keep warm,
To the shivering,...