In Times Of Gloom And Doom Poem by Sandra Martyres

It is not all gloom and doom
For hope there is always room
Look at the beggar across the street
He does not beat a hasty retreat
When a mean and miserly passer by
Shouts an expletive on hearing him cry
He believes that behind every mean guy
Lurks someone with extra food to supply
Neighbours have watched this man for years
And often worry when he disappears
They perhaps cheer when he re-appears
After seeing him around for so long
They know that to their area he belongs
They do not allow him to stray too far
When the going on the street gets sour
They get together and donate veggies
To keep him from getting too edgy
Hence their motto for the current recession
Is not to avoid going into depression
They need to do all that they can to stay afloat
And if unaffected they would not gloat
They always keep the lowly beggar in mind
After all he still manages to find
Sustenance from the big hearted and kind
Begging for them is obviously not a possibility
There are other ways of facing vulnerability
Rolling up ones sleeves and mucking in
While the going gets tough will bring a win
Their idea is to use all the resources available
To find a financial solution that is suitable