Morsels of Love
Like the destitute child, hungry Gazing at the goodies in the glass shelves Hoping, that if he looks at it long enough The glasses would melt And those inside would come marching out Straight at him – Or, the shopkeeper, taking pity on him Or to get rid of the pest – Or a kind heart would buy one – And Throw it at him, ridding himself of the guilt – The possibilities are many For the beggar who cannot choose…