All of Ourselves
All of Ourselves
I am the eyes of the poor
Hungry and searching for more
They look on in awe
Of the wonders of beauty that surrounds them
But fails to embrace
I would give what I had
To make the feeling of worth come back
And the eyes shine
But giving material possessions
Would only help for awhile
To teach something new
Get a spark and a smile
And loving the intricate style
That makes us all individually unique
So I speak with compassion and say
In humanity there's got to be a way
To get past the human condition
And give all of ourselves
I went to 3 major cities, in 6 monthes time. I guess I was looking to appreciate what I had.
I have done alot of work with homelessness in the United States, so, I became that way myself.
My second month there, a man gave me a ride to the newspaper office where I was doing a little freelance. We talked along the way. It was nice since that day I was carrying my briefcase (that is my portfolio) weighing atleast 20 pounds.
He said that he had a son, that was into art. He wants to be a writer also. He asked if there was any advice that I could give. I smiled and said well, I would keep a regular job. If there's anything he is interested in, I'd have him do that, but if he keeps going back to writing, and he cannot quit. If it inspires him, makes him happy and that becomes his career. You'll know.
All writers I know are kind of different in one respect or another.
He began to laugh.
This verse may just be a few simple words, but they are penned from my gut.
It would have been nice to just sit and drink tea, for crying out loud, with a fellow writer that I dearly love with ALL of my heart and soul. Life...just gotta live it.