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