Christmas
CHRISTMAS
Bells, presents, snow and holly mean nothing
When there’s a man leaning on the doorway of a restaurant
While customers pass him to eat inside,
Watching him thru the glass on Christmas eve,
Not even thinking how glad they are that it’s not them.
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