Greed
Just one more avenue that will take you down
As on Satan's head you place yet another a crown
As a homeless man scavenges through the window pane
You look upon him with complete and utter disdain
And once having your own fill
You now add dessert to that bill
Adjusting your chair so as not to look outside
For sympathy was never something you really ever tried
Getting ready for the chill you don your coat
Having suddenly gotten this little lump in your now empty throat
Now on your way, walking out the front door
Hoping you don't see that pathetic man any more
But as you continue your walk back up South street
There he is lying on a vent, crumpled up at you feet
Casually walking past, trying to look the other way
He looks up at you and say's, "sir, it is for your soul that I pray"
But you didn't hear those words that he said
For your too content and completely fed
Having so little he has given you so much
For life is so brittle without God's Touch
Copyright © Vincent Flannery | Year Posted 2013
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