Today the prompt is to write a poem that embraces all five senses.
Stand still, my friend, and take this moment in your busy day
To contemplate on the which is happening in the shadows
And dark corners of our life.
Be silent, my friend, and take the time to listen to what they say,
Those who live in the darkest corners and the shadows
Of out affluent life.
Breathe deep, my friend, and not only the scent of the flowers gay
Will assail your nose, but also the stench of the shadows
Where poverty is daily life.
Your hand, my friend, could be held out to those who may
Not understand that you know not the cold of the shadows
That are their life.
Be brave, my friend, and realise that the sugar and fat are the way
That many feed themselves, for such is cheap, and in the shadows
Money is scarce to nurture life.
And when these things you have done, my friend, your prejudice lay
Aside, and learn that there is an inevitability in the shadows
Cast as they are by the shining sun of riches, privilege and wealth
That shine on your life; and then as Kipling might have saith
Take heed and mend the things you can
And stand up and be a human.
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