My Second Trip To Mexico City, September Of 2000
Poem By Dan Quiles
Being my second trip to Mexico City. It attracts me compellingly and convincingly. I don’t know what kind of magnetic power it has over me. I feel it calling my soul. Is it a magical voice? Could it be a change of scenery? The people? Humbleness? Work Ethics? The food? The women? I feel that, I am attracted to a whole different world. I can always use a fresh environment. Mexico City, is full of poverty, history richness, That I could ever imagined. Here everybody is scrapping for a peso. So many people hustling out there in ‘el metro’ That is crazy to the point. People are just selling just about everything; From a crayon, sandals, to a pair of batteries. Mexican people, really are hardworking Mexican’s. Unfortunately, the poverty level is low, That little children are put on the streets selling goods. Education is not a priority, but money sure is its livelihood. The extra peso makes all the difference in the world. Through the eyes of an child’s, I read volumes of their pains and loss, I can only cry within and say: ‘Oh God why? , ‘Why them? ’ ‘Why so much poverty? ’ Why the children? Why the elderly? I ask so many analytical questions I don’t seem to find adequate answers to any of them. I try giving them my best smiles. It seems like a path of extreme miles. I try giving them food. I try to do all I can. I once invited an elderly grandmother and her small granddaughter named Selena To my hotel room, so they could take their shower. They had a little puppy with them. All three of them took showers. They left my hotel bathroom filthy, but I didn’t care. I just could bare the sight of dirtiness. My heart was full of joy and content ness. Afterwards, I bought like 10 tortillas with chopped chicken. Soon, they left and kept walking to the directions I got them from. Next day, I was looking for them to see if they wanted to have lunch with me, But I was saddened to search for hours without any stroke of luck. I know, I can’t save the world, I can’t stop children from being hungry, Or stopped them from crying, but at least I try making a difference. Leaving a stamp in someone’s soul is what life is all about. Leaving a positive mark in someone’s soul is the best gift you can ever give. Value, fairness, understanding, sharing one’s blessings is the ultimate Giving what we should all be doing in our existence.