HANDFUL OF RICE

Thomas J. Dooley

Hunger of the mind hunger of the soul

A child's stomach empty as it sits in the cold

When will we learn there are things more valuable than gold

 

A handful of rice sticky and warm

Fills the belly and comforts the soul

A feeling some wish to know

 

Thankful for what is before you

Some might not see it; a prayer of thanks is what you do.

You see a feast of nourishing food.

 

A handful of rice sticky and warm

Fills the belly and comforts the soul

A feeling many wish to know

 

Pressure and time harden a diamond

Pressure and time soften the rice

We ignore the doctor's advice, think everything is alright.

 

A handful of rice sticky and warm

Fill the belly and comforts the soul.

A feeling I wish to know

 

Contentment with the simple joys of life

Strength is facing the challenges of the night.

The next day's pains are healed by the light.

 

A handful of rice sticky and warm

Fill the belly and comforts the soul.

A feeling everyone should know.

 

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2020

 

  • Author: Thomas J. Dooley (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 28th, 2020 09:24
  • Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments2

  • ANGELA & BRIAN

    ANGELA HERE - Good Evening Tom Dooley thanks for sharing a very moving Poem of the plight of many. Sometimes - in the vissicitudes of life - we find ourselves ina situation where all we have in effect is *A handful of rice sticky & warm !* I my experience I find it tastes much better (and does me twice as good) if I share it with my Neighbour - who has NOTHING ~ AMEN

    Thanks for caring & sharing
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  • RDS

    Nice bit of social commentary in verse Thomas. People who don't know where they are often get it wrong when they tell us what to strive for.
    Imagine the absurdity of people saying "the education system is stifling creativity, when creativity, by definition, always finds an outlet, a way round or over obstacles. We are best left to ourselves but not so much alone.
    Keep up the good work.
    J



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