HOPE FOR THE HOPELESS

Hurry hurry it is that time of year,

Buying presents planning meals, Christmas is drawing near.

Tinsel, fairies, Santa’s everywhere, tiny lights twinkle.

Hurry past her, close your eyes, tell yourself she’s okay

It is so easy to believe convenient lies and hope she will go away.

Don’t ever give her  a second thought.

What were the circumstances that, her to this corner brought.

How old is she? she does look young

but some of them play on that they work in gangs….Scum.

She does look cold, she needs a coat

She looks so hungry and tired. Is that a lump in your throat?

There are lots of souls like her around,

Sleeping in doorways and cardboard boxes in our cities and our towns.

Should you give her your coat or your change,  buy her a hot drink

You don’t want her to spend it on booze or drugs help her out, don’t you think?

This dilemma makes you feel sad well what can I say life can be bad!

She might be an angel she might be just be lost

But if you just helped her would that be too high a cost.

So spare a thought as you gather round your Christmas tree

With your Christmas treats for all your family,

For all those who are lost, sad, lonely, cold or in pain.

If you gave to a homeless charity you would not loose, just think of what you could gain .

http://www.centrepoint.org.uk/what-you-can-do/volunteer

Little note:  I know I have used this image more than once but this beautiful homeless man speaks more with his eyes than I could write on a million blogs! :)

 

 

6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. acuriousgal
    Dec 10, 2013 @ 22:21:54

    So sad, Wilow! I agree, his eyes speak plenty

    Reply

  2. saminaiqbal27
    Dec 11, 2013 @ 06:22:44

    Sad faces of the homeless, feel like crying. Thanks for inspiring Willow.

    Reply

  3. reikiheidi
    Dec 15, 2013 @ 08:55:21

    It is a stunning photo, and your words are perfect.
    I wish I could say more, but I don’t have the words x x

    Reply

    • willowdot21
      Dec 15, 2013 @ 16:15:56

      That young man’s eyes looking out at me from the photo touched my heart the first time I saw him. I vowed then to write about the homeless each year , and the young girl she too looks lost . I too feel inadequate to express more.

      Reply

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