Rich Man's Journey
Take a journey with me
To a home of the poor.
There's no kitchen table.
There are stains on the floor.
The family sits down
Huddled close together,
Desperate to feel some heat
In this frigid weather.
The water on the stove
Has even turned to ice.
If only they had oil
It would be very nice.
You hear their stomachs growl -
See their eyes about to close;
There is no bed in sight.
What a heart-breaking pose!
But, look into their eyes
And study them, closely.
I'm sure you'd be surprised
At what you'll really see.
You would see the struggle;
See traces of the tears.
You would see a longing
To be free from their fears.
You would also see love
If you look close enough.
They aren't selfish people
Although, they seem so tough.
They care for each other;
Hate seeing family's' pain.
Their hearts are made of gold
Keeping the family sane.
They wait for tomorrow.
Maybe the sun will shine.
Maybe they'll be warmer -
Have a house like yours and mine.
Norma Budden
Copyright 2005
Take a journey with me
To a home of the poor.
There's no kitchen table.
There are stains on the floor.
The family sits down
Huddled close together,
Desperate to feel some heat
In this frigid weather.
The water on the stove
Has even turned to ice.
If only they had oil
It would be very nice.
You hear their stomachs growl -
See their eyes about to close;
There is no bed in sight.
What a heart-breaking pose!
But, look into their eyes
And study them, closely.
I'm sure you'd be surprised
At what you'll really see.
You would see the struggle;
See traces of the tears.
You would see a longing
To be free from their fears.
You would also see love
If you look close enough.
They aren't selfish people
Although, they seem so tough.
They care for each other;
Hate seeing family's' pain.
Their hearts are made of gold
Keeping the family sane.
They wait for tomorrow.
Maybe the sun will shine.
Maybe they'll be warmer -
Have a house like yours and mine.
Norma Budden
Copyright 2005
