Get Paid (an acrostic poem)

Ginny hated volunteering with a passion

Even if it was for an awesome cause like the animal shelter

That’s why she was in such a black mood, but she was there

 

Patrick came in, happy to see Ginny showed up

As he handed her her favorite coffee he turned up the wattage of his smile

It made Ginny rethink this whole volunteering thing

Dollars weren’t the only currency around

 

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Blessed (an acrostic poem)

Braving the elements, Lawrence left his condo and walked east

Leaving behind the love of his life and his children

Evening was setting in as the sun dropped below the horizon

Smiling with chattering teeth, he soon came upon his destination

Sliding back into the kitchen, Lawrence began washing his hands

Everyone deserved to have a good breakfast to start the day

Determined to bake fresh bread for those staying at the shelter, he began measuring

Give Thanks (an acrostic poem)

Gifts of food and shelter were always welcome

I have been homeless for three years now

Vying for odd jobs and even odder places to sleep

Every day is a lesson in patience, humility, and humiliation

 

Today was no exception, even with the holiday

Have some breakfast at the shelter before heading out

Asking for loose change while finding recyclables

Now I sit on this bench wondering where my next day will lead

Knowing that I have little say in the matter

Still thankful for just being alive