Candle Lit Walls
Winter winds rattle window panes;
and yet no one ever complains.
And shadows on candlelit walls
flicker, as the flame flares and falls.
A worn-out blanket with a hole;
substitutes for a warm bedroll.
And though supplying meager heat,
a kerosene heater's a treat.
Money is as scarce as kind words,
for two impoverished lovebirds.
And though the hope held in their hearts
may dwindle, it never departs.
Poverty steals their very breath,
in this saga of life and death.
Their love helps them deal with their pain;
for it is all that keeps them sane.
Social Security's a joke;
hung around their necks like a yoke.
Poor folks are hard-pressed to exist,
and yet, no one wants to assist.
Without proper meds, death lurks near,
living in the shadow of fear.
And yet, faith is what gets them through;
thanking God for each day anew.
When we let the wealthy decide;
those without funds get swept aside.
Governments vow to fix this wrong;
let us pray the poor live that long.
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