Those without
and I remember on that day
when from my home I walked away
did not know where I would go
only no more that here I could stay
past the heap of what remained
all too much for me to take
cast aside cause I had no choice
so little left of once was mine
and I wandered day to day
finding nowhere for me to stay
and I could begin again
to seek anew what once was
and seasons did past me by
and the years I would count
hoping for a little bread
and somewhere to lay my head
within the winter now I am warm
within a home again I stand
gaze upon the winters night
think of those who are without
who know not food for many days
and have but few threadbare clothes
and rest their heads upon their arms
and would rejoice in a box to live
there is so little I can do
and meager it seems what I do give
yet I remember how once it was
when my poor gifts for treasure would seem
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