One Day – Sonnet XXV
Oh God, why are there poor,
In all of their disparity,
The homeless, foodess, mass I see,
Enough to share so they are free,
Tuxedoed leaders always bore,
Once free from their own poverty,
Just glow in their prosperity,
Before their cronies who adore,
It’s one on one to help each man,
To give, and give, and give and give,
To help each other as we can,
We help our neighbors where they live,
And. rich or poor we have one day,
To smile, or sing, or dance and play.
Peter Lowell Paulson
April 29, 2013
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