They pass me. heads bowed low.
Shuffle along. no place to go.
Looking out for scattered coins
For them no salmon or sirloins.
A lonely life they now must spend
Can we even comprehend
From our cosy warm abode
Pass them by, cross the road.
Stop a moment. Have a think.
Are we all not on that brink
But for good fortune we could share
That cardboard box that’s lying there.
So take a minute stop a while
It doesn’t cost to chat and smile
For life’s too short to just ignore
Just like the people gone before.