My heart pines
To see millions struggling for a morsel of grain
Striving to hold their fading breath
Ruthlessly struggling to call themselves human
Yet determined to live for they don’t know how to die
I ponder
How fortunate I am
And yet I complain and want more
But now I feel guilty for their scarcity
And for my excess
And promise to live not only for myself
But for others who need my help
My tiny bit of help
In my own small way
To share and care, to think and act
Always remembering our unfortunate friends
I promise, I promise.
