Tucked beneath my blankets warm
Wind roared in the raging storm.
People shelter in the park
Shadows shivering shaking stark.
In Store doorways, sleeping bags,
Cardboard boxes, dogs and rags
Cover those without a name
Highlight our undoubted shame.
In this world of rich and poor
Make some plans just to ensure
No matter what the circumstance
That precious life we do enhance.
J. Poet 7 ( @wordverse.me )