R D At Thanksgiving
R. D. At Thanksgiving
By: Miracle Man
10/27/2021
As Thanksgiving nears I will think of him,
and we'll share once more with him our blessing.
Trying, once more, to make his life less grim,
freeing him, from one day of distressing.
Like some guttersnipe he exists in life,
at night without a place to lay his head.
He's no transportation, warm home, or wife,
and a cardboard box is often his bed.
Each time I look into his forlorn face,
without judging him, but in thought, I pause.
Wondering just what put him in this place,
And how he might escape poverty’s jaws.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2021
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