A bitter pill sits before me, untouched and growing cold
Regrets and shame are on my plate; a broth of gall is in my bowl.
The world is offered on a plate, it is our meal today,
I sit here hungry for a meal, my appetite has gone away.
Some will feast and pay no heed, to those who hunger while in need.
Some will call out loud and clear, hoping all the world will hear.
The sounds we’ve heard the sights we’ve seen, while walking on our way,
T’will be the music that is played, for us on judgment day.
So feed the hungry and pay no mind what the cost may be to you.
Don’t ask if help is deserved or not, but that the offer of help is true.
The gift is in the giving; a gift worth more than gold
It’s a gift that stays and warms you, through the rain, or in the cold.~Jay Olson
