Heavy winter snow

The snow on the street
looks so depressing
Black oily piles in
so many places,
the drains
the side walk
not even a living creature in sight

I ponder'd about frozen bodies
under the sad looking pile
I long for the island sun, the warmth,
and the fresh misty air
One might say who cares
But today I care when
I saw the looks upon their faces,

As the cold ripped through they flimsy clothing
then I thought about life
what is the purpose of existence?
when the other half is living
and the other sufferers
In silence