At a time of caring, remember those Who struggle with basics, that pose Problems of survival, day after day For treats and luxuries, unable to pay
Their hope is to be, warm and fed Unseen problem, cause worry-dread If it happens often, they go to ground Rarely help is offered, no joy is found
For some it's constant, as daily life sends A constant survival battle, without a friend To share the bad times, when they need support Not always Simple Joys, can with money be bought
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Posted: Dec 2019
About this poem:
Pride means many hide their needs......but a caring person sees and understands