BEVERLY
M. COLLINS
Beyond
Me
I
see the homeless
As
I walk or drive by.
Look
away fast should their
glance
meet my eye.
The
pain that they live is beyond me.
I
hear parts of the news
as
I channel-surf.
I
mute or tune out
for
all that its worth
Those
dramatic reports are beyond me.
My
co-workers laid off
But
for now, I am spared
I
swallow back hard over
time
that we shared.
Hope
their lost of wage stays beyond me.
Someone
poisoned the water
I
hope “they” clean it up.
The
problem is way over there
I
shrug sipping my cup.
A
mistake to think it’s beyond me.
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