Read Between the Lines

Something is happening under the sun; Some are dying while others have fun. Then you’d be offered when you still have enough; Isn't it weird? Isn't it a bluff? Reality is right there in the neighborhood. All walks of life in the same old road. And meet a fellow who’d ask for help; The ear can hear but the heart is deaf. It isn't easy to ask or beg As it really takes a lot of nerve. Some can utter; others just sigh Or only mumble then chose to cry. The simple truth of a helpless neighbor Must be articulated to win a favor. When frustration sits in after many tries He’d be opted on some pretty lies. If a grand is short for vanity Would a dime be too much for charity? Is it a fortune for man to lose If on a beggar’s meal he’d be the host? Is there a need to see a bended knee To understand a neighbor’s plea? If the heart is dimmed by indifference It fails to read between the lines. Date & Time of Writing: February 3,2013 02:16p.m. - 04:32 p.m.