We’re born poor, till we consciously think
Cos knowledge is power and wealth, here's the link:
When we learn how to think, we make up our minds
The moments of truth, each thing we decide.
Most will walk past, those asleep on the street
When all they may need, is something to eat.
This is why, some people don't care:
The reason they don't, is cos their vision's impaired
They refuse to envision, themselves in despair
A selfish mind, that only the good find unfair.
speaking of fairness, you may have observed
A man stare at the stars, as if in a trance
Then only to find, that's is his last chance.
He's not got long to live, but what he has, he gives.
To the poor with not much, but at least they will live.
Life isn't fair, some thrive but it's rare
If you're morally good, and you do what you should
If means that you care, I wish everyone would.
Mar 11, 2023
A Deep Reflection on Shallow Intentions
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Me too
It’s difficult. Each person has their own moral code I suppose. I find it difficult to give money to strangers who are at the shopping centers with signs. In general I’m helpful and courteous to strangers. If you’re family or a close friend I’ll usually get your back solid. I sometimes feel bad I can’t help everyone but I look at my good deeds and I see they outweigh the bad by a good score and I’m pretty proud of that. If I was a billionaire I hope I would be charitable.
Life isn't fair, some thrive but it's rare
If you're morally good, and you do what you should
If means that you care, I wish everyone would.
I like those last lines, they complete the thought and bring everything into scope. I would proofread again. There appear to be a few minor typos.
Tim