Title by Dom Spatola
Seated silently on a supermarket shelf,
Caged in a cedar cabinet,
Perching pointlessly in the pantry,
Left lonely in the larder,
A container of food, more!
A container of hope, but more,
A container of survival, but even more,
A container of indispensability, a staple of life!
It gives hope, blasting like a firework,
For the busy mother,
For the weak elder,
For the fresh college student, hankering for home.
Into the frosty school doors,
Out to the classroom shelf,
Up into pyramids, more and more,
Down by the box, not for one’s self.
Glistening round can,
Hiding a treasure,
Out to the needy man,
Numbers beyond measure.
Glistening round giver,
Spreading hope to all,
The righteous folk deliver,
In the winter and fall.
Caged in a cedar cabinet,
Perching pointlessly in the pantry,
Left lonely in the larder,
A container of food, more!
A container of hope, but more,
A container of survival, but even more,
A container of indispensability, a staple of life!
It gives hope, blasting like a firework,
For the busy mother,
For the weak elder,
For the fresh college student, hankering for home.
Into the frosty school doors,
Out to the classroom shelf,
Up into pyramids, more and more,
Down by the box, not for one’s self.
Glistening round can,
Hiding a treasure,
Out to the needy man,
Numbers beyond measure.
Glistening round giver,
Spreading hope to all,
The righteous folk deliver,
In the winter and fall.