A HOMELESS CHRISTMAS
’Twas the night before Christmas and I sat alone
In my usual doorway that I called my own.
The people rushed past me, laden with shopping,
They saw what I was but passed without stopping.
Some kids laughing brightly skipped past full of joy
And made me remember when I was a boy.
Carols were playing, and we sang round a tree:
Daddy and mummy, and my sister and me.
Often I’ve wondered how it all came unstuck —
But who can I blame while the world is so gay,
’cause tomorrow will be just one more lost day.
A great reminder to give to someone this Christmas Eve who has fallen on hard times.