A Goodnight Sleep And A Meal On A Key Poem by Peter Gunn
A Goodnight Sleep And A Meal On A Key
A homeless man stops me,
Asks for my name,
How my day was going,
And if I have any spare money.
I apologize, as I’m a student,
All i had to offer was my time,
But his stomach wasn’t satisfied.
Later that day, there I am with cocaine on a key,
Wasting money and feeling guilty.
Waste in any form is unethical when others are deprived. Nicely written, Peater
'Later that day, there I am with cocaine on a key, Wasting money and feeling guilty.' Poignant, brave, and very fascinating... Thank you for sharing Peter and welcome to PH...
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4/23/2024 7:18:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
An insightful depiction of guilt occasioned by ungodly indifference towards an uncharitable spirit. The greatest crime against 'man' is neither to love nor to him, but rather to feel indifferent towards him. A well articulated piece of poetry nicely penned with a clarion call for universal brotherhood of man. Thanks for sharing Peter. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.