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HOPE
The new year brings red roses,
but only on my faded cheek
From the wind that blows so
harsh and cutting so bleak,
Tears like precious diamonds
running down my frozen face,
As I look for warmth and shelter,
walking at a fast pace.
No lights from store windows
to brighten up the day,
No happy hello’s from
anyone to help me on my way.
New year on the street isn’t good,
there’s no comfort found,
Only cold and hard is
the comfort of the ground.
Another year just started, yet,
my hope’s light grows dim,
Is there no one to open a door
and kindly let me in?
I am old and dirty, unwanted,
unloved and alone,
Even my old dog died, no more
joy or happy thoughts I own.
An old beggar on the street with
no chance of warmth tonight,
Just my pile of old blankets
and a cold street light.
Someone hands me a bowl of
hot soup, a sandwich to eat,
A large mug of hot chocolate,
these gifts a welcome treat,
Look! Enough money for a bed
to sleep, warm and clean tonight.
Now my flame of hope has started
to burn quite bright.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson (C) December 28, 2002