The Line
Patiently they stand in a line
As it stretches a block or more
For the food doled out to homeless,
To the old, the young and the poor.
I wonder how each came to be
In that line that moves so slow.
Each person has his own story
Thought it’s one we may never know.
One perhaps a hard working man
With good job for whole adult life.
Who lost his job in recession.
He can’t care for children and wife.
Medicine costs have been so high
For the old man who has been ill.
He and his wife have no money
To buy food their hunger to still.
There may have been a disaster
That brought some to this sorry state.
Many are only a pay check away
From suffering very same fate.
I hope when elections are over
It matters not which side has won,
The congressmen will remember
There is a big job to be done.
Hunger in America should
Be first on the list not the last.
Long lines waiting for donated food
Must soon be a shame of the past.
For Paula Swanson's "Line" contest
5th place
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