Huddled in a cardboard box shivering from the cold
Not a glance do you give, just pull your jacket closed
Pretend you don't notice them maybe they'll go away
Constantly complaining how they ruined your day
How did this all come about the callousness you feel
While the hunger and the cold to them is very real
Do you try to lend a hand or go merrily on your way?
Maybe they give conversation to occupy your day
This writings not about the poor or the down and out
But about a helping hand and what your souls about
If each one helps just one child or a family that's in need
God will bless your house and in His grace you'll be
Author:- Anonymous
1 comment:
The writer of this poem is TJ Becker and you did not have permission to post it here. Shame on you for stealing the work of others. I would suggest you remove it from this page.
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