The room was warm
and the lights were bright
fully clothed in designer clad,
I sat at the freshly waxed table
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This should 'hit' us all Vincent, we all have a 'self centered' part of us, and yet we cannot individually save the world and it's people. A very good write. Well done. Love Ernestine XXX
Honest! I like it. A couple of typos (privileged+Cigarettes) ...'A(n) AIDS ridden...' 'had been murdered for (their) home.' 'telling me that 'price dropp T.V. (was) selling...' Good poem, however. L
It's thoughtful, Vincent, and it's well expressed. There was a philosopher named Simone Weil, I think that was it, after WW 2, who empathized with starving people so much that she wound up starving to death, at least that's the story I've heard. It is quite a paradox that, to quote an example someone used, one person uses his time choosing just the right Italian marble for his swimming pool, while another combs the mean streets for a bite of garbage. A sensitive person has to search very deeply for a key of understanding to allow one to go on living, if he/she is even relatively 'well-placed'-go on living, without guilt, shame, or complacency.