Monday, March 30, 2015

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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