Poetry

Thief


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Thief

By R.J.Harrigan

 

Today I saw a thief;
He stole a morning snack.
I went to approach him,
to say, “Go put it back!”

I simply can’t explain,
perhaps just in a mood.
I stopped to think about the
fact, he may need the food.

His clothes were ragged but
that’s the style of today.
I didn’t want to judge
him in that specific way.

He may have children,
whom haven’t had a bite,
for several aching days;
For several waking nights.

He may have had a job,
that worked him to the bone;
Until the day he was replaced
by an app on a phone.

The thief had come and gone
while I imagined his plight.
The shop owner came outside
but the thief was out of sight.

He looked at me and said,
“That thief don’t know the cost.
I’ll have to sell 15 just
to make up what I’ve lost.”

Suddenly, I felt conflicted.
‘Cause in the thief’s defense,
He must eat to live but,
not at this man’s expense.

This man has a family
depending on his store.
Now they’ll have to miss a meal,
though the thief missed many more.

Stealing is always wrong.
I know this much is true.
But I can’t help but wonder
what I, or you, would do?

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