There is no home and the night is long, the body is weak
but the mind is strong. The weathers cold and the
ground is damp. no pennies in their pockets, tummies empty
and limbs with cramp. Now who brings these people in for
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Very touching, Sylvia. Your compassion becomes you. You have a caring heart, 10 without hesitation. Love, Sandra
What a gem of a poem...Poetic Imagery at it's best. This poem also has a strong sense of loneliness, Despair. a deff 10 from me Sincerely (Hugs with a cherry on top) Nickie x x
That's a wonderful poem. I'm new here at poemhunter and i was wondering if you keep in touch.
I have always wondered why folks at Christmas time rush to shelters for the homeless, feed a person one meal, then return home and feel good the rest of the year because they have 'done their part! ' What about the other 364 days in the year? ? This poem really points that out, and hopefully, it will make someone want to go out in February or July or August and find someone else to help. Well done, Miss Rose, very well done! !