I sit and watch the homeless
trying to comprehend
what life must really be like
at societies other end

I complain about my home
being too cold or being too hot
When I really should be thankful
For everything I've got

At night I get a proper bed
Three meals a day I eat
While they sleep in cardboard boxes
with newspapers for sheets

I take so much for granted
have way more than I need
In future I'll remember that,
and feed others, not my greed.