The snow is falling gently, it’s quiet all around
Everyone’s in their own world, on the streets there’s not a sound,
Lights are twinkling brightly, indicating there’s life within
But not in Gordon’s heart, he’s soaked to the skin
His feet ache with the frost bite, his clothes have seen better days
A cardboard box his only friend at night in which he lays
He trudges through the snow
He has nowhere to go
This Christmas will be lonely, nowhere to call home
Life wasn’t always like this, always on the roam
Once he had a family, a house by the sea
A wife, a family, children, one, two, three
But then life took a tumble and everything went wrong
He lost the family that once was so strong
A fire took his home, his family and his wife
And left him with a lost and lonely life
So spare a thought for Gordon and people just like him
And realise that maybe your life is not so grim
Tina Cleveland ©
Tina’s writing 
Such a deep and thought-provoking poem, Tina. I love the contrast between the peace and gentleness inside the Christmas home and the harshness of Gordon’s life outdoors; a reminder to us all that life is so precarious and fragile, as you say. Beautifully written, Tina. The passion within your writing always shines through. Can I share your poem with the Enterprising Writers community?
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Ah thank you Mary, of course you can. I’m glad you like it. X
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