Candle Lit Walls
Winter winds rattle window panes;
yet no one there ever complains.
And shadows on candlelit walls
flicker as the flame flares and falls.
A blanket with a stitched-up hole;
substitutes for a warm bedroll.
And while it supplies meager heat,
a kerosene heater's a treat.
Money is as scarce as kind words
for two impoverished lovebirds.
And though the hope stored in their hearts
may dwindle, it never departs.
Poverty threatens every breath,
in this saga of life and death.
Hugs that help them escape their pain
are all that is keeping them sane.
Social Security's a joke;
hung around their necks like a yoke.
These folks are hard-pressed to exist;
and yet, no one wants to assist.
Their needs are small, but death lurks near,
living in the shadow of fear.
Yet, their love is what gets them through;
thanking God for each day anew.
When we let the wealthy decide,
those without funds get swept aside.
But the rich vow to fix this wrong;
let us pray that we live that long.
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