|by Stephen Joseph
|On the last day of every year
for as far back as I can remember
I clean out my house.
I look for the throwaways:
the torn, the ragged, the not working.
All the clothes that don’t fit
all the toys that don’t work
are dumped at the Bishop Cotton Orphanage.
Orphans going to meet other orphans.
There are around 60 children there—
society’s throwaways—forgotten and outcast.
The orphans don’t need my refuse, my waste;
they need my time and money.
Until December 31 of this year
I won’t think about the orphanage
and its daily struggles to feed its hungry wards.
I would like to go there and volunteer my time,
but I am stuck in the molasses of
running my business and taking my children to Cosmos Mall.
Till December 31 the most I can give
those spare children is a spare thought.
Any effort beyond that is time and money prohibitive.
Yes, I am a hypocrite but someday I hope to change.