Monday, January 20, 2014

Am I a Greedy Child?

The greedy child stood
in the middle of a home
filled with good things,
all the necessities of life,
surrounded with love.
And she thought
about all the things
she didn't have.
Her mouth pulled down
into a pout,
her eyes began to fill
with tears.
She felt so sad, so...
so left out.
She didn't have... everything!
And as she stood there,
eyes blinded by tears,
she slowly lost
the ability to see, altogether.
She was blind...
blind to all that she had been given,
blind, even,
to her own strong limbs,
that were holding her upright,
in a room filled with all things good,
while she stood crying
over what she didn't have...

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