People pushing shopping carts, down all the aisles for miles
Stacking all their merchandise, into imposing piles
Heading for the checkout line, express or otherwise
Then to the car to drive back home, and back and forth; time flies
People pushing shopping carts, no groceries inside
No money in their pockets, and no place they can reside
No hope, old shoes, a dirty coat, no family and no wealth
They push their simple shopping carts, and cling to mental health
So as you fill your shopping carts, I hope you’ll stop and think
That others pushing shopping carts are walking on the brink
Muster your compassion from the bottom of your heart
But for the grace of God, each one of you might push their cart
Jeff Burkhart’s “Rhyme and Reason”
German Lopez says
A sensitive brain wrote those phrases… Thanks …you are reminding our fellow citizens that life is hard in a lot of families, and I add: stone made, the hart of our fellow neighbors…