Beggars

They are everywhere this time of year.
Guilt-driven impulses
Persuade us to help when we would not.
This they count upon.

I have given to them before
And now they swarm me.
My generosity
Is now assumed.

Help the homeless,
Feed the hungry,
Clothe the destitute.
All worthy uses for wealth.

Fund a cure for cancer,
Support schools and colleges,
Preserve wetlands for birds,
 Give to the theatre building fund?

The list goes on and on –
There is no lack of needs to fill.
They tear at my heart
As I tear up their envelopes.

© 2008 Michael Yanega
30 November 2008