A Touching Reflection
The clock ticks, and Time slips by,
Amass less! Let’s all give it a try,
Eyes closed, thoughts flow, of memories
recalled from pictures on the wall,
Back to the time of a rising to a call:
A plea to help the oppressed regain their
smile.
With so many faces from so many races,
All from different places.
Music playing, bodies swaying.
Hands clapping, feet tapping.
Young and old, united by their plight
Together, fighting the same fight.
The voice wanted to shout out loud and
clear for all to hear.
Come! Come! Take a look and see what
a difference giving a little can make for
those in dire need.
Ah, but how many would care?
And how many would take heed?
A broken door creaks.
A young child takes a peek,
stumbles and starts to weep.
An Elder speaks,
“Alas, still weak, but life now isn’t so
bleak”.
Simple but painfully touching words
the ears couldn’t bear to hear.
The heart, heavy with sadness, trembled,
then sank in despair.
It couldn’t help but wonder how many
would dare to part with a little from their
share.
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