December is waiting in the wings
it's Christmas and nice things
for good boys and girls,
Turkey and hats and mince pies and that's
just the start,
but a part of me,
a slice of the whole that's the heart of me
sees the misery
of the homeless and those living
in penury.

No presents for them
nothing under the tree except for
pigeon **** and the pigeons fly free.

Sadly
they move oh so sadly,
into the mission for a meal but it's
hardly a Christmas,
just a day they might miss less
if the mission was closed.