teardrops

they must be so cold all the people without homes blankets heaters food
with hearts of pure gold, some of them old, they're always being told
where to go
when no one really cares.
if i were God, i couldn't help but reach down
wipe the frowns
and the tears from those
beautiful
fragile faces
couldn't help but take away addiction greed poverty darkness
but then again darkness makes the light seem so brilliantly
bright.
perhaps i'd better stay in this human skin. let God do his job. no doubt
while we're sleeping
he slips out of his heavenly throne and
descends wiping teardrops
erasing sorrows.
i have to believe that.