It's Christmas time and here I sit waiting for the snow
I'm wearily watching people walking to the show
Bright lights and shopping malls everywhere you look
The minister in his church, reading the good book
Many bodies going to and fro, so many things to see
People walking by as no one notices me
So many people having fun as the evening trails away
My coffee cup stays empty but and I have nothing else to say
The cold creeps in, my bones are cold, morale an all time low
I should take myself to a warmer place but I have nowhere else to go
Just a pound or two is all I need to buy a nice hot drink
And this may be enough, to bring me from the brink
Just one kind person is all I need to give me hope
Will you be the one to save this poor soul?
About the Creator
GARY DEAN
Started writing in 2009, after getting made redundant from my job. Now it is a hobby, something I can enjoy and play about with.
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