From the cold streets I see warm homes
Lots of various colourful lights hung up outside dazzling,
I see the glow of comfy homes inside
Christmas trees decorated do nice,
I see this from the cold streets
In vagrancy I have to little to eat,
Down on my luck through no fault of my own
On the streets I am so cold and alone,
But as my eyes are closing I see warm comfy homes
Brightly lit and so colourfully adorned,
How I wish I lived in such a place like this
But I am fading fast and will no longer exist,
I see a bright light beckoning me
I already know it’s time for me to leave,
I feel the warmth of the light washing over me
And now I cease even to breathe.
Such a sad poem, but so very real.
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Thanks very much, I am glad it resonated with you 🙏 Faux
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