Sad Christmas Poem

This is one of the poems that I wrote in school. I thought it was nice and I wanted to share it with you all and spread the message of giving on Christmas

In the midst of a jingle-belling town

Through the alleyway slums

On the floor, an old man was speaking

To himself

About nothing in particular, except how he yearned for his years back

Unlike you and me, he had no fire to sit by

Next to him, he had no family,

Next to him, he had no blanket or cloth, only a tattered shawl

Next to him, a quarter loaf of bread, and a single coin

Between him and death, a whisker, a hair so thin, it was like a straw

In the midst of the crowd, a young child approached him

Like him, he had nothing in his pockets, nothing on him but a tattered shirt and pants

On account of his goodwill, the old man smiled, and the bread was the child’s

One tummy was full that fateful evening

One tummy was not

One human was breathing still

One was not

Throughout the struggles

Throughout the times, Christmas is a holiday of giving.