Hold Onto Your Light
Good laughs
here
good thoughts
the sun
illuminated my face
warming my
every pore
A dump after
work,
that was relaxing
and fulfilling
yesterday,
I saw a mother
and two boys,
each wearing
a pair of
plastic gloves.
Searching through sun
burned garbage for
cans.
It was their Sunday
I throw out my cans,
I feel half hearted
for some reason
I want more for them,
carrying all dark
maybe no light
the family who digs
on a sunday,
boys no more than
ten
I wish they prosper
with age,
prosper with
pride and
not hate
I gave a dollar
to a homeless man
with seven teeth.
He was a real
person
we held a real
conversation
why did I not
stop my bike for
the digging family?
I was too struck
with thought,
I didn't want
to embarrass
in front of
others
Copyright © Frank Guglietta | Year Posted 2013
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