The Goodness Of Charity Poem by Billy Loving

Multitudes standing in line
Some so weak, only able to sit
For food, their stomach does pine
Easiness of life we oft forget
Fierce baking sun beaming down
Patiently waiting with anticipation
Workers gathered all around
Something so simple can bring so much elation
Trembling hands stretches forth the bowl
Worker gladly filling with grain
To see another day, more precious than gold
Eyes unable to camouflage the pain
A thank you and away they go
Obvious gratefulness they show