Carrollton, TX, USA
Big brown eyes..set in a small hand-size face..
Sadly looking, expecting, tears take their place..
On the cheeks of a child, through dust a path leaving as they flow..
Little brown droplets falling, onto little bare feet below...
She stands at the border crying as she watches you go..
Hauling all your presents across the bridge from Mexico..
You gotta a fine car and a castle for a home..
I know.. you had to work for it..you are not alone..
Swimming pools, airplanes, computers, and diamond rings..
Stocks and bonds and CD's, all there for interest to bring..
Maids a cookin, food galore, lawnkeepers keepin, and still there is more..
Corvettes and a Lexus, welcome mat at the door..
But if a poor beggar came knockin, owners' countenance would be sore..
So one man has a storehouse of goods heapin high..
A little child has nothing, but lots of tears in her eyes..
A rich man, filled with food, early morn til setting sun..
A little tummy filled with hunger, searches daily for a crumb..
Presents opened by the dozens, never wanting what they got..
Little hands, no gift to open, they are someone we've forgot...
A man's heart often cannot see the light - because of the darkness of it's own motives.... - James David