School has broken up now
Their nativity plays all ended
It’s time to get out that stocking
That every year gets mended.
The fridges and larders are bursting
With food for the Christmas table
As we celebrate again this year
The miracle in that far away stable.
But spare a thought for the less well-fed
As you eat your well-earned dinner
For while you’re gaining unwanted fat
In poverty people get thinner.
Huddled in rags and blankets for warmth
In a doss-house in a back street somewhere
The people who live in Dead End Street
Will miss out on Christmas Fayre.
It isn’t your fault, nor oft even theirs
It’s simply the way some things are
But just a few pence for a coffee
Shows kindness can travel quite far.
©Joe Wilson – Spare a thought…2015