Reflections On Thanksgiving
In late November fam’lies gather ‘round
to always celebrate Thanksgiving Day;
with feast on table, turkey golden browned,
they fold their hands pretending that they pray.
They gorge themselves with second helpings as
the food before them more than they can eat;
the shamelessness of feast affluence has,
and even fam’ly dog will get a treat.
Yet, as this fam’ly feasts, on corner stands
a shabby homeless man with homemade sign
and tin cup held so tightly in his hands,
“Will work for money so that I can dine.”
Perhaps it’s time to view our soul’s good health
and with mankind forever share our wealth.
October 18, 2018
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2018
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