Lawrence S. Pertillar (February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)
Of Trinkets and Meaningless 'Things'
Those with little to give may have nothing else,
From themselves to offer to others to impress...
But the little they have to leave them with less.
If in the doing it removes someone,
Who has been depressed by stress.
Those with little to give and do,
Prove they have hearts much bigger too...
Than the ones who have abundance but snicker,
At those with nothing but thoughts to bring cheer.
And on their minds deception is no where near,
Regardless who defines their own mindless selfishness...
With an empty hollowness that addresses,
Their wishes to express their shallowness...
With the giving of trinkets and meaningless 'things'.
'What am I going to do with a food processer?
And I appreciate your ten dollar check.
But I have no bank account yet.
Since living on the streets I have no permanent address.'
~Some of you homeless people are so unappreciative.
I guess you expect I should feed you next? ~
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