Let Me Show You
Let me show you a hard time
when you can't find a dime.
You think your life sucks-
look around you and find,
good homeless people
struggling hard to survive.
Lost their job at the mill,
now their trying to decide.
Divide up, what little they have,
for their love ones to give.
And explain to them why-
and to learn how to live.
So I took my young son
to the foodbank dowtown,
where there's lots of poor
souls outside hunkering down.
In the cold and the muck,
waiting for the food truck.
Hoping just to receive
some bread and some meat.
A few packages of rice and
maybe some beans.
When my young son saw this,
he realized just what it means.
The look on their faces,
tells a story that sparks,
wells of watery tears
invokes pain in the heart.
Just to reach out and touch
the hand of a wanting soul,
needing love and nourishment
one who's story needs to be told.
As we left, my son's hand,
even tighter I would hold.
The experience fresh
in our eyes and our souls.
-M.Jacobs
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