And I Feed Him

Sometimes I feel the pain of hunger, For things that are just beyond my reach, Sometimes I feel pain running deep, I wish to sleep, But then I consider, Those who hunger for what they cannot grow or eat, And I realize that either I am too blind or too selfish to help them, Sometimes I feel the pain of hunger, I wish to sleep, But then replete with awareness of my privilige, I search for that man who has nothing to eat, And I feed him.