Little yellow plastic table,
two white chairs.
Cloths hanging on a cable,
who really cares?
A Black and White couple,
walking up the stairs.
They both look supple,
who really cares?
A sorry looking child, lie's on the floor,
everyone stares.
We should really try and help the poor,
who really cares?
Your poem is really touching especially the part 'a sorry looking child....'.It is just too sad that we dont have compassion unless there is something in it for us or when we are just acting out of pure guilt.It breaks my heart that we just dont care, we pass by, stare and shake our heads and move on with our lives, forget about them because nobody really matters but us and our lives.sad really sad! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i do care...but do i do anything about it? ...that takes a real big heart to go out there and selflessly work for the downtrodden...we get so caught up in our own little lives...preserving the things we created...and greedily creating more...very nice poem dave...loved it...nalini