Friday, November 21, 2014

panhandlers


must there be a gaping wound
with flowing blood?
must our cheeks be streaked with tears?
must  we stagger and fall?
then must we crawl before someone
reaches out a helping hand?

how obvious must the truth be?
how blatant the wrong?
when what is apparent is lost in the lie
we all become victims
of the desperation we seek to ignore.

for in making beggars of the desperate,
we become the ones truly in need.

Barry DeCarli
January 23, 1980
Charleston, SC

©2014 Barry DeCarli

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