It was that time of year once more

All the streets seemed to be lit up

As the Christmas holiday mood took hold

But not down that dark lonely way

Where Christmas hadn’t quite reached

The vulnerable homeless simply felt cold.

Some beaten down by exhaustion

Others found their way there through drugs

All of them feeling an empty inside

Charitable dinner for Christmas, for some

Though for many, so many, ‘twas too late

By the end of the season they’ll have died.

©Joe Wilson – Mercy Street 6…2018