Karma

This poem was written at a time when we were not doing well ourselves. We were struggling to get by, we had just had a major life change, and I myself was in fear. It occurred to me how many go through similar circumstances. It also occurred to me that often those of us with the ability to assist those in need often turn a blind eye. So I wrote this to remind those who are able to help that it can and often does happen to ANYONE!

Karma

The bitter cold it bites at me

In the darkness of the night

I pray for warmth and shelter

As my dreams go out of sight

Huddled in the corner

Where nobody can see

I fold my hands in prayer

And cry out in agony

My Stomach grumbles loudly

For all who pass to hear

But still nobody see me

And no Angel has appeared

I used to be a rich man

With more than I could spend

But now I know my error

For no help would I lend

And now I join the humbled

The poor and homeless we

Now I, as invisible to you

As these once were to me.