on a cold winter's night
i ponder the sight
of an innocent child
trapped on the street
with nothing to eat
not a roof nor a blanket
the ice cold breeze
cutting through her weary clothes
not once does it cross her mind
if she would survive one more night
and here we are in a warm cozy home
with a plate of food, a bed, a hot bath
still we complain about a small shortcoming
what does it take to realize
just how fortunate we are?
will you realize when you see the smile
of this homeless child, no fear nor worry
she is just ecstatic to be alive
© 2010 Sonnet Kruger
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Has one thinking of the little match girl, if pretentious.
A few days back we went camping, me and a few from Kung Fu. I have never been so cold, there was no way to get warm, unless I got in my car.
In the morning I told the camp site, this is how it must be for the unsheltered.
As always, such a poignant and perfect poem.
Tops to see you back writing.
Many must spend just one night on the streets to understand.
Nice one Sonnet. xx