T'is the Season

Deep in the corner there stood a strange tree

with an unusual effect

it was talking to me.

It had these bright shiny ornaments on all of it's boughs

and an angel on top

not allowing my drowse.

The lights flashed so softly, it was a comforting glow

announcing the season,

letting me know.

T'is the time now for giving it's arrived once again

but why just at Christmas

the poor we have with us my friend.

Why is it we seem to ignore this all year

and only equate it

to eight tiny reindeer.

The needs of the poor who are human like us

are so easily forgotten

why's our giving so brusque.

Do we not care about those hungry and cold

haven't we learned

or have we just gotten old.

It could have been me, no it could have been us

that others ignored

and thrown under the bus.

I'm lucky enough to have not gone over that ridge

while others are barely surviving

living under a bridge.

Do we let them go hungry, do we let them stay cold

are we so blind we can't see

it could have been us in that mold.

That's why it's always the time whether we're from suburbs or hood

that we be working together

for the worlds common good.