Hunger Knows No Season - A Poem Asking for Help to Foodbanks!

Summer, and things fade away
into the heat and humidity's grasp
leaving our souls raw and exposed
and charity finding few gifts.

This is the lean season.
Folks forget as they take vacations
about those less fortunate and fallen
who still need a hand.

I went in this week
after nearly a month away
dealing with my own dark problems
to find the shelves thin.

I was volunteering my time
seeking some personal redemption for sins
real and imagined in my life
when I saw those mantels.

So this is my request
as you fill that pic-a-nic basket
remember those less fortunate than you
and donate a little food.
(18Jul2012 - Dyfedd Rex)
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