My Heart Sings Strings And Wings Poem by John Sensele

My heart regrets woes inflicted on my victims and rues opportunities for forgiveness
I let go and flow by
When I ought to have dared to share happiness
With the broken hearted whose lives forever cry.

My heart breaks into new space and treks to higher ground
For which my life has longed for longer than I care to remember
How once I peddled fritters and flowers to a sombre sound
Punctuated by poverty in September, November and December.

My heart beats fast and seats in comfort in the fort
Where folks share meals with the indigent
When meager morsels enjoy the sport
In which altruism demeans an egotism sergeant.

My heart thirsts for brotherhood and bursts into tears
When the blind beg for alms by street kerbs
Where the affluent in their ebullient avarice swill beers
With pomp and fanfare as on their crockery they sprinkle herbs.