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Clothes for school, shoes for me; Books and toys most certainly.

They celebrated holidays; With stuff that others gave away.
A dollar would buy Christmas lights; An Easter bunny, or a kite.

Seeing those who had much less; Erased my thoughts of helplessness.

Back then I lived on faith and tears; Today I shop and volunteer.
Sometimes I’ll see that girl I know; In faded clothes with kids in tow;
I’ll pay her bill or buy the toy; she can’t afford to give her boy.

So grateful I can understand; The Godsend of a helping hand,
Everyday from then to now, I vowed to pay them back somehow;

Inside their doors it comes to me; that whispered, tugging memory;
Walking back in time to be, exactly where I used to be. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 87 [topic] => 19 [informant] => softerware [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => InspirationalPoems )

GOODWILL Days

Contributed by softerware on Thursday, 9th August 2018 @ 05:47:24 PM in AEST
Topic: InspirationalPoems

When I was broke with kids to feed; Goodwill filled most every need.
Clothes for school, shoes for me; Books and toys most certainly.

They celebrated holidays; With stuff that others gave away.
A dollar would buy Christmas lights; An Easter bunny, or a kite.

Seeing those who had much less; Erased my thoughts of helplessness.

Back then I lived on faith and tears; Today I shop and volunteer.
Sometimes I’ll see that girl I know; In faded clothes with kids in tow;
I’ll pay her bill or buy the toy; she can’t afford to give her boy.

So grateful I can understand; The Godsend of a helping hand,
Everyday from then to now, I vowed to pay them back somehow;

Inside their doors it comes to me; that whispered, tugging memory;
Walking back in time to be, exactly where I used to be.

Copyright Â© softerware ... [ 2018-08-09 17:47:24]
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Re: GOODWILL Days (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 12th August 2018 @ 09:46:58 AM AEST
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And now I/'/m a mile away, wearing your shoes:
this is what you want from a sister or a brother,
something we might share, but you know that once back in time, those material things were extremely hard to come by,
And they came along with the sadness of humility.
The sadness of humility is this one thing a lot of people
feel so much hurt over, the sadness of children who ain/'/t got shoes to wear to school.
And no matter how hard one tried, they couldn/'/t pay
those bills, or buy that bike for theor boy or girl,
the story of a lifetime, a mile a way
And now I/'/m a mile away, wearing your shoes
And I/'/m gonna show the way,
ever so discretely, And if not,
Just say, I know exactly what it/'/s like
to go without!

I like this poem, I knew who wrote it,
before I read it, but more to the point,
when I was a kid, I did not hold any humility
when things were donated to my family,
I just said thanks, like it was Christmas!
Because to me, it truly was - and I truly
didn/'/t blame my mom, for all the stuff I never
had. She meant everything to me.

Peace!

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