You see that piece of bread
May seem very little indeed
But think about the hungry
The ones living on your street

You see that plate of food
That little plate you hate well,
Think about homeless
Surely they know how to appreciate

Think about that cents
You take and throw away
It might just be a cent
But it can save a live today

Think about that gift
That gift you threw away
It might have fit the stranger
Who always looked your way

Think about others
Even those you hate
You never know
What might be on there plates

But yet that pieces of bread
You choose rather to waste
Yet others are dying to taste
Think about the one

Standing outside your gate
Its never to late