Charity
Don’t give me your hand-me-down life,
I do not want your well-rehearsed charity,
As it goes hand in hand with your pity.
I have no desire to be beholden to you.
I may not have much, but what I have,
I work hard for and find value in the work.
Your fingers thrusting coins at me,
Fill your own need to feel somehow noble.
But how about you leave me with my pride’
My dignity worth much more than gold.
And every day, I work to exist with more nobility,
In the shadow of greed’s excess and waste.
Well done!
Terry
Newfie Hugs, Rose
I salute You, Poet.
In respect,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
:Christine
But let us not forget that while some abuse the system of charitable help, there are those who could not survve without it because of disablities. They too have pride and I've known a couple who would give anything in the world to go out and work and earn a decent living for themselves.
I think this line from your poem says it all for those who have the pride and physical and mental ability to achieve: "And every day, I work to exist with more nobility".
Much to be said about making it on ones own. Charity is ok with the right intention but pity demeans the intention. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.