
It’s a burning in the belly,
a yearning in the soul, a craving and a longing
and some times it’s hard to name
no matter what you call it,
it’s a hunger just the same
There’s an abandoned baby in an alley
screaming for his life
There’s an old man with a cardboard sign
begging for a bite
There’s a woman on a bar stool
looking for true love
There’s a lost soul in a parking lot
searching the skies above.
There’s a hooker on a corner,
looking for a trick,
there’s a junkie in a flop house
who hungers for a fix.
There’s hunger all around us
each and every day
in the eyes of friends and family
as a loved one slips away.
There’s a drunk in an AA meeting
trying to make things right
There’s a artist on a mountain top
waiting for the light
I’ve often found it’s just not true
that what you sow is all you reap
’cause there’s a batter wife somewhere tonight
who’ll cry herself to sleep.
There’s the farmer out in Kansas
praying for some rain
There’s a musician in a studio
who can’t find that last refrain.
The more we all seem different,
the more we’re all the same
because there’s oh so many kinds
of hunger pain.
Reblogged this on magnoliajem and commented:
This very powerful poem from wide-eyed wanderer resonates with me. I think it will with you, too.
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Thank you so much, I am honored. š
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This is amazing! Love it. You wrote this yourself?
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Yes. My grandmother lost her husband to alcoholism. She used to tell me, “there’s many different kinds of hunger” Thanks for your kind comments.
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It is my pleasure!
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