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A LITTLE BIT OF SHAME Hey you; stuck on the street, with not a care in the world Your hair all in knots and your nails long and curled I have pity for you and a little bit of shame So busy with my life, I don’t even know your name If you ask me for change, I might pull out my money I’ll hand over so little, it’s not even funny I am so healthy and strong and successful today I wonder what it’d take, for me to be your way If you were my child, so lonely and hopeless I would do all I could, to get you out from that mess But my children are successful and I’m doing just fine I guess I don’t have to worry, if the worry’s not mine… MUCH TOO BUSY EATING I’m enjoying a second helping and yet another drink My plate needs my attention, little time to stop and think We’ll be throwing out the leftovers; our fridge is overflowing So I’ll just keep on eating, even though my stomach’s showing Someone needs to finish it, it seems like such a waste So many different flavors, I’ve lost my sense of taste Here comes another spoonful, I just need to open wide The last one was kind of mushy; this one’s crunchy fried I should start a diet, when I empty out my pantry But there’s a stock of 40 days, I need to keep it handy I’m addicted to going shopping; I get there every day And the restaurant around the corner, has an excellent buffet It breaks my heart to think, that someone’s going hungry Living on the street, or from a weather ravaged country The food that I am wasting, could feed a family or two But I’m much too busy eating, so what am I to do Click on the file below to watch Don read one of his poems: 
THE PAIN OF FOODLESS HUNGER My hunger is quite different; my stomach feels no pain My longing is for finer things, possessed in capital gain My next meal is not concerning; it’s at my beckoned call My options almost endless, at the food court in the mall A search for life giving sustenance, is never on my mind I’m addicted to salt and sugar and all those things refined I almost never check the weather; it’s of no concern to me The conditions are mostly perfect; anywhere I choose to be I can travel almost anywhere; my passport’s up to date I always book a five star lodge; the service is just great Free to talk about anything, to all people that I know I’m connected through my cell phone, everywhere I go I’m not saying my life is perfect, but it is pretty good I’m free to think and do, anything I think I should At times I feel so selfish and a little embarrassed too But to feel the pain of foodless hunger, I haven’t got a clue EATING TO LIVE Most foods that are eaten are so full of might Adding weight to your body in the middle of the night If you could stop your intake, just before the dessert You may be slimmer and your pocketbook won’t hurt But your body will crave the sugar and the extra salt And the cravings you have may not be your fault Because the maker of foods and the servers all know They need to add that stuff so their businesses can grow Those addictions created should be treated as a crime Causing so many to die, too young before their time But many are making money when sickness comes to call Health care and drug companies are waiting for us all We really should know better than to fall for all of that And make better choices that will prevent our getting fat We should be eating to live and not living to eat Then we will be much healthier and lighter on our feet  Don Hamaliuk writes, entertains and although can be serious, has an over indulging appetite for humour and is continually searching for the lyrical magic of fun, frolic, and wonderment.….
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