Carol Mitra Poet Rhyme

A Bowl

Have you ever held a begging bowl
The weight of it is as much as your soul
When held out to you truth be told
An exchange happens both sides unfold

An empty stomach his only bowl
Little coins in hands as cold
Are we the fortunate ones bestowed
All doors to him are closed

What if this story were retold
How much given how much owed
Both hearts dead so long they’ve decomposed
He’s watching you your eyes now closed.

4.2.2021
Sponsor:Brian Strand
Contest:All Yours Feb 5(1st Place)

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Sam Kauffman February 7, 2021 at 11:00 AM Such sadness in your observation, Carol. Congratulations on your well expressed theme. All the best! Carol Mitra February 7, 2021 at 6:25 PM Yes dear Sam....a sadness and reality we see everyday....Thank you.

Unseeking Seeker February 5, 2021 at 6:57 PM Powerful contemplation! Carol Mitra February 5, 2021 at 7:01 PM Yes a thought provoking one too...Thanks.