Please Give Them A Home

Please Give Them A Home short poem

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Today I realised how lucky I am,
So many things we don’t understand,
I seen the sad cold look in their eyes,
The fact we cared was such a surprise.

Some in hostels, some plain to see,
The streets were the only place they could be,
I stopped to talk, I wanted to chat,
I asked how their lives had come to that.

I only asked if I knew I could tell,
They were happy to tell their story well,
They were happy that someone gave them a voice,
I learned that some just don’t have a choice.

Some had had everything, a privilaged life,
Lost it all, left with such strife,
Looking around with damaged pride,
So lucky to be warm and on the inside.

A hot meal was all that they asked,
Some took soup home in their flask,
Biscuits and fruit they threw in a bag,
I knew in my heart that’s all they had.

I laughed, I joked, I gave them my time,
So many amazed I was totally fine,
Sitting with them and chatting away,
In my head each time I would silently pray.

“Dear Lord, I pray you’ll find them a home,
Please don’t leave them out there all alone,
Please keep them safe, please help them see,
This isn’t the way their life has to be”

At the end of the day I waved goodbye,
I prayed that they would all stay alive,
I went home and thanked the Lord above,
I have a warm home and I know that I’m loved.

Poet’s Note: I volunteered in a homeless centre over Xmas and New Year and this is a poem I wrote about that.

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