On this cold winter’s night
Only poor street children are in sight
No blankets, no shoes
How on earth will they make it through
Besides their cold faces,
Wet legs and muddy traces.
They stand here all alone
With no umbrella nor a phone.
It’s such a sad sight
To be out, on this cold night,
You should be in bed all nice and tight
Not wet and cold, with no one to hold.
You are preciuos, were u ever told?
Someone should know
Just where do they go?
For , it is a sin!
For these poor street children.
To be in plain sight
On this cold, wet winters night.
Copyright © agendri naidoo | Year Posted 2007
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