The clock ticks, and time slips by. Amass less! Let’s all give it a try for a while. Eyes closed, thoughts flow. Memories recalled from pictures on a wall. Back to a time of a rising to a call. A plea to help the oppressed regain their smile. So many faces, so many races, all from different places . Music playing, bodies swaying Hands clapping, feet tapping Young and old, united by their plight Together fighting the same fight The voice wanted to shout out loud and clear for all to hear. Come! Come! Take a look and see what a difference; giving a little can make; to those in dire need. Ah, but how many would care? And how many would take heed? A broken door creaks. A young child takes a peek stumbles and starts to weep An Elder speaks, “Alas! Still weak, but life now isn’t so bleak. Simple but painfully touching words the ears couldn’t bear to hear. The heart, heavy with sadness trembled, then sank in despair. It couldn’t help but wonder; how many would dare to part with a little from their share?