A GIFT FOR ONE, A GIFT FOR ALL.
In my sleep yesterday I saw,
Ten clochards crawling to my door,
With shrivelled hands, they
begged for aliments,
And slobbered fast in mawkish
contentment
“A gift for one, a gift for all”
they begged,
While sobbing in sorrow for all
their dead
Whose quest was the same as one
To plead then feed anew at dawn
Through my window I peered at the
wretched souls
And wished I had enough to fill
their empty bowls.
Save from the porridge boiling in
my silver pot
I knew I had nothing these lots
would ever want
But as quick as they had come,
they varnish
And convict my heart for being so
churlish
“I worked my palms numb to get
that meal” I say
Chiding the good voice that keeps
my heart at bay
An awful deed I knew I had done
By hoarding a gift meant for everyone
“A gift for one, a gift for all”
I now knew
Would have saved so much with
that few
Written by Chinedum Odiaka
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Stories posted on this blog are fiction and a product of the writer's imagination. They do not refer to any person or persons. Similarities to real life characters are purely coincidental.