Sitting Here This Morning
Sitting here this morning
Sitting here this morning,
In the conservatory
Here I am all wrapped up
Not feeling the cold ,
I have my heating on,
And am grateful for what I have
But the sad thing is
Not every ones like me
The out side world is so cold
There's snow upon the ground
The wind in blowing a gale
How lucky I'm inside
Sitting here I wonder while all comfy and warm
What would life be like If I was not so lucky
I look into the garden
There's snow upon the ground
I know that there are lots
Sleeping in the cold
Underneath a bridge some where
In a door way if there lucky
With out heating food or care
How are they to survive
With snow upon the ground
No food or hot tea ,
I bet they wish They got a blanket
In the cold and the wind
I only wish this country
Would sort them selves out
And help these poor people
And give them warmth and food
There most likely waiting
These people with out a roof
For a food bank to open
And a little warmth
I hope and pray that some day
That thing will change a lot
And every one will be like me
And have a roof and warmth
Have food inside there bellies
It's not a lot to ask
Before they die from the cold
And become just a number
No matter how we try to help
these poor people still go hungry
The main Ones that can do good
Is this government,
To build more houses for the ones
That have no roof or food,
So no one will have to sleep
Underneath a bridge,
So when you have a little while
Just say a small pray
One for being greatfull and the other for the poor
Susan gage
Copyright © Susan Scotter | Year Posted 2017
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