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The giving lady

Materialism

By Christi BrannonPublished 4 years ago 2 min read
The giving lady
Photo by Mario Beqollari on Unsplash

As I was walking down a busy avenue,

I was in high spirits, for my bank loan had gone through.

I was smiling from thoughts of what I could buy.

So, I hailed the next taxi, to the mall I said with a sigh!

As I entered into the mall, through the big glass door,

I knew this was the day I had been longing for.

Where should I go first, what should I go see!

I thought of a stereo, and then of a big screen T V.

Then I thought how silly of me!

I just bought those things four months ago, or was it three?

Yes, it was three months ago that I bought those two things.

When I redecorated, my colors were in peaches and creams.

A feeling of panic hit me at full force!

There is nothing in this mall I need, I must change my course!

Where should I go with all of my money!

My breathing was rapid as I said out loud, this is not funny.

I started running to the big front door!

Then I caught my shirt on the door and it tore.

I came back to my senses when I heard people laughing at me.

Oh well I thought, then I realized what time it was, about one thirty-three.

As I looked at my watch, I realized one of the buttons was gone.

So, I took my tore shirt and threw it into the trash, after all, I still had a tee shirt on.

As I tossed the shirt something made me look back.

I then caught sight of an old lady, dragging a big sack.

I watched as she pulled the shirt that I had tossed, and she held it up high.

Then she smiled, and she had a twinkle in her eye.

She then stuffed the shirt in her bag, as fast as she could.

I heard her mumble "this will just fit old Jack, I bet it would".

I realized this old woman; she was one of the homeless that no one wants to see,

as they quickly turn away and say, "it's not my responsibility.

Then and there, I felt shame, deep down in my soul.

This old lady found a shirt for old Jack, she had reached her goal.

I then realized how selfish I was for wanting things I really didn't need.

I thought of other selfish people like me, had this old lady's giving spirit,

how many hungry people would it feed!

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Christi Brannon

Writing is a way that I can share my deepest thoughts about many things that happen in all our lives, and while I share with others these things that I have written, my hope and desire is to inspire and uplift the human spirit.

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