by Kristen Sharer
from Vicki Sharer - Vicki.Sharer@wku.edu
I am the face of hunger.
My every rib protrudes.
My eyes are hollow and sunken.
I know not when I will eat again.
I am the face of homelessness.
The summer sun is relentless.
Winterís bitter wind leaves me numb.
I ache for a soft place to rest.
I am the face of the elderly.
Every day it is harder for me to care for myself.
My senses are dull now.
I long for a loved one to care for me.
I am the face of infancy.
My days are spent eating and sleeping.
I am totally helpless.
My devoted mother does the best she can for me.
I am the face of the sick.
Disease weakens me daily.
I feel myself grow weaker.
I may not make it thru the night.
I am the face of the frightened.
The world is an unfriendly place.
Trust can't be given easily
But no one wants to be scared all the time.
I am the face of the lonely.
My days are long and empty.
Nights are longer still.
My soul aches for companionship.
I am the face of hunger,
The homeless, the elderly, the infant,
The sick, the frightened, the lonely.
I am called stray, feral, nuisance, cur, mongrel, eyesore,
Filthy, dangerous, vicious.
I am just one of the tens of millions.
I am the legacy of man.
Go on to Quote To
Return to 21 March 2001 Issue
Return to Newsletters
** Fair Use Notice**
This document may contain copyrighted material, use of which has not been
specifically authorized by the copyright owners. I believe that this
not-for-profit, educational use on the Web constitutes a fair use of the
copyrighted material (as provided for in section 107 of the US Copyright
Law). If you wish to use this copyrighted material for purposes of your
own that go beyond fair use, you must obtain permission from the copyright