Alms For the Wretched

Poetry is the food of the soul. It's my greatest contribution to the world and an area I can always grow.

So many hands

So many poor

In courtyards and markets

Alleyways and entranceways

So many hands

No reason why

How to help?

Any or all?

On corners holding signs

Some praying for a sign

Downtrodden but not dissuaded

By social division and separation

Stereotyping

So many hands

Driven by their emptiness

Their hopelessness

Looking for another chance

Just another chance

To close their hands

Looking for

More than poor

Some work

Some honest work

A second chance

A helping hand