Once again we come to this time of year
Where people hear all the merriment and cheer
But not all see this day
Some never wake from whence they lay
Cold and frozen there
Whilst we sit inside without a worry to bare
Without shelter or hovel
Left out in the streets to grovel
Some caught up in the thick of war
Left without a christmas boar
Some off fighting for us to be free
Away from their loved ones glee
Death still runs rife on this day of joy
Sparing no man or boy
So think about them this christmas whilst you celebrate
For they find this day not great
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Kind of opens ones eyes that this time of year isn't always joy and happniess for all, reminding us that their are some that dread this time because they can't make ends meat and might not even have a home to celebrate in.
Well written, keep it flowing.
-Franky
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