They Too Would Weep
He opened his box on Christmas morn
That wondrous day when Christ was born,
But it was no gift... he softly wept,
It was his bed, for here he'd slept.
His belongings in two carrier bags
Cast off clothes, mainly rags,
Who in their homes could believe
That beneath a bridge on Christmas eve
People huddled in fitful sleep,
If they saw...they too would weep.
Entry for
The darker side of Christmas Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux
20/12/2019. Placed 2nd.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2019
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