If Got, O Give and Go

Bare ribs, bones you see whenever, Alms nor aid, give as if you owe, Breadcrumbs if not bread, no favour, Now that you have, O give and go. Before wiping beads of your sweat, Think of dabbing poverty’s tears, Take one lamp off your glitzy gate, Watch how it fights off neighbour’s fears. See if a soothing song you sing, Whilst ye go on your way whatso, Or cool shades to the scorched you bring, If you have got, O give and go. Caught is their boat when in a storm, Ship-wracked, if death stares in their face, Be a Pole Star, a pilot home, Lead them safe to a secure place. In their sunset O sing of dawn, Sing it in tune with whatso woe, Make it heard long after you’ve gone, Give whatso you have ere ye go. Upon pedestal pricey shield, Nor a diamond dazzling alone, Plough a poor man’s un-furrowed field, Be manure made with laboured bone. Let quiet be your kindly feat That rests not even to wipe brow, Sweat beads nor reward, sour nor sweet, Now that you have, O give and go. ________________________________ Musings | 02.08.2015 | giving