the small moments

There are small moments of joy:

there must be, or we are lost.

Not schadenfreude, please,

no - too akin to vicious glee

in others’ misfortune:

there but for the grace and favour

of the powerful rich

go you and I

to food banks

cap-in-hand,

hands-in-gloves.

Besides…

These still small moments are ours.

Treasure them for they are our

only riches, and they trickle not:

no – not downward from gleeful vain

owners of great fortunes,

living in grace-and-favour flats

paid for by the owners

of mite-hoarding banks:

“Banker Schoen!”

shows no respect

in respect of us.