As Christmas time comes once again we think of family and recall old friends.
Our thoughts turn to feasting and presents to give of time spent rejoycing and the good life we live.
But not of the person who is cold and alone. Who now has no family or a place to call home.
Who is thankful to find a warm place to sleep. And in one small pack all their possessions can keep.
Who while we are singing, toasting all near and far lay shivering in alleys or perhaps an old car.
Men, Women and Children are all in this plight, who dread each new day and fear each new night.
While God and His Angels look down from above. Wondering what happened to His gift of LOVE.
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
I work with homeless people every single day. Sometimes there are success stories,, sometimes your heart gets torn out, but through it all are the children, battered women who have no out and those who genuinely just need a break. Please don't forget them.
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