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