POEM

I’m Transparent

I cry inside, when I see,
The pain and suffering,
That surrounds me.
Why, do I have so many blessings,
And they have so few?
Oh–how I wish, I could help,
But when I realize, I can’t do much–
I die–a little inside!
Is it because,
I have empathy,
Or that, I’m unable,
To remedy my situation?
Is it because,
They were born unlucky,
Or am I, just lacking in faith?
Do I feel sorry for them,
Or is it, for me?
Because I know, the day will come,
When, I’ll–also be–one of them too,
And nobody, will be able to help us.