Perspectives in life
Olga could only see the street as boarded up doors
Through broken windows dust-covered carpets on floors
The people she rarely spoke to and described them as bores
They had coloured skin a strange language and different laws
Olga could only see the litter dropped on the street
Hated the corners where those in ragged clothes would meet
As far as she was concerned their lives she would delete
She wanted the glitter and glamour of the city light
The neon light the action of the clubs at night
Gifts of expensive dresses from men were her delight
She searched so hard for the man who might
Tanya saw the queue outside the chapel for the soup
She saw distress and volunteered for the kitchen group
Felt good when she helped a young child mend a hoop
Told the little girl in rags that she looked cute
She gave her time to help clear litter from the street
She was soon joined by others that she would meet
Helped with the construction of the old ones’ seat
Joined in to help the young form a club at night
Shared their music and saw joy and delight
One showed selfishness and the other sowed God’s seed
Where one felt only greed the other so clearly saw need
Copyright: David Hopcroft May 2024
Sometimes I am shocked to read or see posts that denigrate an area and do not see they spread discord and hate. Communities are built around love and care and we need to find that not run away from the need.