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It’s Christmas again once more
we moan
But spare a thought for those
with no home.
While we sit around a dressed
Christmas tree,
Open our gifts and eat our
tea,
Relax get together and watch
t.v..
What of the homeless out on
the street
Cold and alone we’re unlikely
to meet.
A new cardboard box-their
Christmas gift;
Window-shop around Harrods,
then they will drift.
They’ll relish our leftover
bin liner bags,
Their treasure; our rubbish;
their new clothes; our rags.
Be without friends family or
loved ones,
Will we think of those while
we’re having fun?
While we enjoy the
Christmastime hype,
An old man, a vagrant smokes
dirt from his pipe.
As we sing carols or keep warm
inside,
Think of those people who live
outside.
Linda Lawrence