poem on helping poor people
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Explanation:
Lend a hand to one another
In the daily toil of life;
When we meet a weaker brother,
Let us help him in the strife.
There is none so rich but may,
In his turn, be forced to borrow;
And the poor man's lot to-day
May become our own to-morrow.
Answer:
As I wake on my soft, comfortable bed,
Another wakes to a stiff, sore back
From spending another night stretched out upon the ground.
As I get up and take my hot shower,
Another walks miles to gather putrid water
To soothe their dry, cracked lips.
As I pour my coffee and don’t think twice
About throwing my leftovers away,
Another searches desperately for table scraps
To keep their starving child alive one more day.
As I wander the darkness under the roof
Of my home and in the coziness of heat,
Another shivers unceasingly in the night
Without any cover from the elements.
As I drive to work and complain
When traffic keeps me from driving over fifty,
Another walks miles without shoes on their feet.
As I upgrade my big screen TV a few more inches,
Another must work like a dog for years
To earn the cost of my “necessity”.
As I gather to visit with my family,
Another visits theirs next to a tombstone
Because their wasn’t even money to treat
Their young child’s preventable disease.
As I worry about football scores,
Job promotions, and weekend plans,
Another worries about how they’ll find
Their next meal and stay alive.
As I contemplate holiday getaways
And vacation plans,
Another doesn’t know the meaning of the word.
As I walk free and don’t see the blessing
Of living in the United States,
Another lives as a slave, voice mute out of fear.
As I complain about my life and how bad I have it,
Another and 99% of the rest of the world
Deal with circumstances worse than mine.
Maybe it’s time
For a change of perspective.
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