A story of change

“Please sir can you spare me some change?

I’m here all alone, abandoned, estranged.

I’m cold and I’m hungry, and it’s starting to rain,

And these sores on my body are causing me pain.”

The man reached in his pockets and tossed him some coins…

“That’s very kind of you sir but you misunderstand.”

And he collected the coins and held out his hand.

“See your money can help for an hour or two,

But the change that I need takes more effort from you.”

The man looked confused, “So what change do you need?”

“The change I am after can’t be thrown on the floor,

It’ll take an effort from thousands, or millions, or more.

Each man and each woman must reprogram their thoughts,

and remember some basics that they were once taught.”

More intently now, “go on…”

“You see when we are young we are taught we must share.

We are taught not to fight and consider and care.

But whilst preaching these things, those who set out the rules,

Disregard them themselves and consider us fools.

They ignore that their actions have a knock-on effect,

So they act for themselves and just dish-out neglect.

And as actions always speak so much louder than words,

Those who learn from these rule-setters forget what they’ve heard.”

Realising his faults, “So what must I do?”

“Well with each step that you take you must pause and must think;

“Will I step on someone, or cause them to sink.”

If the answer is yes, don’t just continue and say;

“Well it may hurt some others, but it’s quicker this way.”

You must rethink your route and a new way arrange,

And if we all act this way, then it’s this is the change.”