when I was poor
the rich man walked on by
and when I thirsted
I thirsted for water and justice
when I was hungry
a beggar shared his last few crumbs
and homeless myself
all I wanted was a little dignity
when I was sick
it was good to have visitors
and when I was lonely
and up that creek
when I needed you most
you were there . . .
and I swore I would remember
but what would I recall?
for in my palace, healthy
I begin to have selective memory