PERSPECTIVES

she sat besides a homeless man
and said the vaasthu isn't good
and you know how my stomach aches
when i eat too much food
and all my kids are married
and all my kids are good
and my life is one big blessing
for god besides me stood
and saw me through all troubles
and all my joy he doubles
for i have been so good.

the homeless man he looked
and said i have no home
sometimes i eat, sometimes i starve
most times the world i roam
i have no kids to think of
no penny to buy a comb
my clothes are barely held up
the bin might be my tomb
but, dear lady, to your god i'll sing
such beauteous songs and herald ring
for i live still 'neath the dome.