Selfish
I avert my gaze from the homeless beggar on the side of the
road.
I will give him money next time, I say.
I know I should, but for some reason I cannot.
I am selfish.
In kindergarten we were taught to share,
And it’s not that I don’t care,
It’s just I feel like I am letting a part of me go.
I’m losing my worth to the side of the road.
How can I give to some and not to others?
There are always more people in worse conditions,
These are the things I tell myself,
So my greed can grow, alongside my health,
So I will never have to lose my sense of wealth.
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