Cynthia Jones Poet Rhyme

Concrete Pillow

It's that time of year again
people are cold and hungry,
the less fortunate are looking for places
to get out of the cold, somewhere warm to be.

They freeze in frigid temperatures
their stomachs lie empty and bare,
all they need is some warmth and food
looking for eyes, that will care.

Snow is coming and has fallen
in some places of the world,
but it seems like the forgotten ones
out of our hearts, they've been hurled.

In every city and town across the world
starvation and sickness occurs daily,
sleeping on a concrete pillow
could easily happen to you and me.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Dec.18/2012

I think of those less fortunate than I am and it saddens me to no end. I am thankful for what I have, but I also think, that I don't deserve it.

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Kristin Edwards January 4, 2015 at 7:35 PM Very nice and well said. It is so true too. My heart goes out to all the less fortunate. I'm not where I would like to be to help out as much as I would like, but sometimes the Lord allows me to help when and where I'm needed most I guess. God Bless You. Cynthia Jones January 4, 2015 at 7:42 PM :o) Thank you Kristin. My heart breaks, every time I see people less fortunate than I. I hear ya there. Neither am I. I write about it, so they AREN'T forgotten. Thank you so very much for stopping by to have a read and leave a comment. I truly appreciate it. *S* Cynthia

Muhammad Safa Thajudeen January 4, 2015 at 6:56 PM A thoughtful poem dear poet Jones. Cynthia Jones January 4, 2015 at 7:01 PM Safa, I had a few lines in my head and just went with it. Thank you so very much for stopping by to have a read and leave a comment. I truly appreciate it. *S* Cynthia