#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
Some walk by as if in blindness
Some have nothing, others have wealth They would never think of those in poorer health
They would never share with the needy
They are too proud, ignorant and greedy
One day maybe who knows they will understand
When they find themselves in a similar situation asking "Please lend a hand".
© Anita Au