To Give and To Be Given (A Story Poem Of A Turned Spirit)

Oh! So wonderful!

The people serve me well

Oh! So plentiful!

Look at the mounds of food, wealth, and clothing

How lovely they present themselves

How rich my world has become

Men and women marvel at my looks

My talents

My works

My charm

Someone sound the alarm!

Because I'm on fire

Burning fire

Hotter than a cast iron

What...what is this?

A tiny stone hits my new vintage sneaker

A four year old runs to take it back

I slowly stare to find him playing hopscotch

Alone

Tis 26 degrees and he plays hopscotch alone

The wind lightly brushes, yet my entire mind is blown

...the child has nowhere to call home

Three hours soon come to pass

I have returned to my house at last

The child I found sits on the couch

Comfortably sitting in a tired slouch

Click!

I snap my jacket onto the hook

Opposed to drinking, I get a better look

A peek

The child holds the answers I seek

I sit down with caution

"Excuse me..." were the first words

The child turns his head

"Why did you let me take you here?" was the question

The child had no fear when he said,

"You're destined for good, if you don't stay corrupted."

Like a switch, my brain flipped

Time would be slower to tick

I look around

This....this sham!

This is no way to really live

To withhold all that I can give

I was here just to be here

But, then the child added unto his words,

"There's a reason you have all of this. Being rich is not a bad thing, if you're choices are clear."

One night

That was it

That was the kick

I was blessed to have what I have

To eat what I eat

To wear what I wear

Others struggle

Others fuss

I may not be invincible

But I can be their diamond in the rough