we grumble how tired
we are from being able
to go from store to store
until we find just the right
gift for someone who, in turn,
will barely acknowledge it,
while a family whose beds
are the seats in a car parked
in the shadows of a store
go from agency to agency
and church to church trying
to get just a little assistance
in providing a simple holiday
for their children who stare out
the windows into the winter sky
wondering what it is like to have
the sorts of lives they see in all
who pass by them, moving as
quickly as they can while
avoiding any eye contact that
might force us to be just a little
human.
and you shake your head
in that weariness which never
seems to go away because
we can't ever seem to move
away from those seductive
privileges the world offers us.
(c) 2024 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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