The hunger, even felt <br />by the adequately clothed, <br />the adequately fed, the <br />adequately housed.. <br /> <br />the hunger without a name, <br />a smell, a taste, <br />without an image, without <br />an advertising agency <br />to shape it for us; quietly <br />whimpering, whining at the door <br />to be let in and fed; <br /> <br />is it something we’ve never had? <br />distantly remember <br />like a childhood happiness? <br />or have, but want much more of? <br /> <br />and if a good fairy passed <br />and said, I can offer you only <br />one of these three things: <br /> <br />to be almost always happy; <br />to understand almost everything; <br />or to live almost forever… <br /> <br />which one would we choose? and <br />would the hunger be assuaged?<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hunger-without-a-name/
