as I write this I am with my partners siblings and partners in NZ.
Last Sunday I was honoured to hear a local musician and artist as he played two new songs.
One was a conversation with his wife who died two years ago, the other called Come to me…..
Come to me you poor
With nothing to your name
And the poor who just have money
You can do the same
Walk with me I love you
Much like indifference being the opposite of love and hate, being poor is about what you have and what you don’t have?
As I loiter on the streets of Melbourne I go to the ‘top end’ of town’ to watch the faces on the street, and I wonder what stories I would hear, and what story they would like to hear?
I think it’s a mistake to make assumptions about people,’rich’ or ‘poor’.