Hunger Never have I needed, to worry about food. I always find a nibble, when I am in the mood. We have turkey at Thanksgiving and again on Christmas Day. I give it not a second thought, this simply is our way. My tummy sometimes grumbles, but I quickly find a fix. I grab some bread and butter and add things to the mix. I’ve never been so hungry, that I’d eat most anything. I am amongst the lucky ones, I’ve never felt the sting. When I was just a youngster, of the hungry I knew not. Of people living on the street, I gave no second thought. When I reached my teenage years, I saw them while downtown. Arm stretched out and begging, on their face the saddest frown. That frown it would turn upright, when a quarter I would give. They knew that with a few more, they’d find a place to live. A humble place to hang their hat and food to fill their gut. If even for a short time, they have escaped their rut. Now food banks for the many, soup kitchens left and right. People sharing...people caring, to relieve the hunger’s might. ![]() I hail from North Bay, Ontario, Canada. I first started writing poems somewhat seriously shortly after Covid hit in 2020. I discovered this site when a friend of mine posted one of his poems here. His name is Don Hamaliuk.
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