the worst way to fall is to slide in the mud
scrape your flesh in the grit
but you pick yourself up again
laugh at yourself
and maybe cry a little
dust the dirt off
and stalk away
winnie's e-journal - Set 2
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the worst way to fall is to slide in the mud scrape your flesh in the grit
but you pick yourself up again laugh at yourself and maybe cry a little
dust the dirt off and stalk away |
| I saw a man with blistered feet. His bare feet burns
on hot cement. A lack of money leaves him with only the shirt on his
back and a pair of torn jeans. Nothing else. I feel sorry for
him and would gladly give away my own to ease his pain. But I am a
coward and do not approach. He hobbles slowly away, already
disappearing into the alley.
Sometimes I will give away my change if I feel generous, to the panhandlers of downtown. Twice, I've given out food from my own lunch kit, a sandwich, or an apple. All too often I try to look past them, ashamed at myself for unwilling to assist them in their battle for survival. I justify this by thinking of their drug habits and "immoral" life. Any money they receive will feed their habits. I walk past them without a second glance because I do not want to feed an already deep vicious hole. This is my convenient lie. |