Thoughts at Christmas

 Think of the folks at Christmas 
The ones who can’t afford 
​​​​​​ A thought for the old in a cold room 
Wishing they lived abroad 

​​​​​​ They’ll wrap themselves in jumpers 
They’ve knitted through the year
 Just to keep themselves from freezing 
They’ll shed a frosted tear

 Think also of the homeless 
The ones who’ve lost it all 
​​​​​​ Who may have once stood proud in society 
Then took a financial fall

  Don’t ever forget the children 
Who always give a smile 
​​​​​​ But, behind closed doors, a different world 
Maybe cruel or vile

 Maybe they’ll wake on Christmas Day 
And not a present in sight 
​​​​​​ Think of them or pray for them
To end their sadness plight 

​​​​​​ This poem could go on forever 
As good fortune don’t always last
​​​​​​ One day,I hope for humanity’s sake 
Sad sorrow is a thing of the past