when you rise in the morning,
This poem comes about from observing people. In the rush hour of lunchtime, when the thoughts are on food and finding an empty seat and table, there usually isn't much time for other things though.
An unpublished work, it has been sitting in my hard disk for some time. I think it is still relevant now, as it was then.
photo by yarekol
image from morguefile.com
when you rise in the morning, give thanks for the light
bedok interchange hawker centre, 2008
the man was moving from table to table
trying to sell packets of tissue
paper, 3 packs for a dollar.
He hobbled on one good
left foot, a crutch
under his other
shoes, his bare
foot, toes black and
greasy from the dirt of
the food centre's floor. He
was waved away, largely ignored
by the world, which went on slurping
their noodles, counting their pennies and
whining about the sky high cost of living.
all the while the faded dragon
tattoo on his arm was getting angrier
When you rise in the morning, give thanks for the light, for your life, for your strength. Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason to give thanks, the fault lies in yourself.
Shared on Poetry Pantry #142 at Poets United.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2013