A Wealthy Man Discovers Humble Pie Ron AI

Humble Pie

This thankful season, by and by,

It's time to eat some humble pie.

Turkey with trimmings meets the eye,

From humble beginnings, we get by.

We no longer hunt turkey for the table,

We no longer plant ground for stable.

We sit behind desk or computer instead,

Overeat without a thought in our head.

But there are starving in our midst.

Brushed off as losers evil kissed.

We throw crumbs while passing by,

Never asking ourselves, why?

We think we know why they are there,

But we've never traveled in their shoes.

Never felt their very real pain, sometimes,

Even thought of their loss as our gain.

If we don't heed Mother Nature’s cry,

We all will be forced to eat humble pie.

Bye and bye.

Copyright 2025 © Ronald W. Hull

11/27/25

You can read and print this poem at my website here.