Mag: From under the bridge

photo: Tess Kincaid

Standing from under this snow clad bridge

Every year passes by, with lit up trees & carolers singing

I see beautiful people strolling

I smell yum food from here

I see toys lined up in stores,

How I wish just one of those not more

In rags I sit, huddles under

Away from the cold, for some warmth

Oh Lord! I not ask for more

I just ask for warmth, I just ask for love

This Christmas give a blanket, or a cake or food to the homeless, you never know how much would they have longed for it

This post is written for Magpie Tales - Mag 297