Featured Illustration: Fernando Cobelo
I know we’re tattered
Because every day
We distinguish a new face
With the same frayed hands
And grin
Deemed out of place
Foraging with their eyes
For a soul
That will reinstate hope
Discerning for hands
That might donate more
And there are a bountiful of people
Beseeching for a second chance
Grasping hands
Inspecting for food,
Rather than a dance
Because life has not been as obliging to them
As they have to us
We need to create a change
Allocate more
Than what wallets
Could ever pour
And maybe we all
Can have an ensuring chance
With wealth that does not
Belong in our hands
But in mind
And soul
We feel wealthier
Than before
As we allocate our gifts
And blessings with our home
We too feel merrier
And a little less torn