Shoes Poem by Sue Oxley

Around me the worries still spin
I'm juggling the debt that I'm in
Take here, pay there, fly a kite
Is there food enough for tonight?

Its winter, the trainers are wet
The children need shoes, but the debts
Keep mounting with no space to find
A room for some cool peace of mind.

At the till she buys beans and eggs
And waits for the change
And notices
The charity box

And slips a coin from the few in her hand
To Save the Children.
Then she walks away smiling,
Better off.