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 even give her a second thought.
Or wonder why life has her so low brought.
How old is she? she does look young
But some of them play on that ….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 .
Little note: I know I have used this image and poem more than once but this beautiful homeless man speaks more with his eyes than I could write on a million blogs!