Ode: Christmas in the Shadows of the Overpass

Ode: Christmas in the Shadows of the Overpass

Huddled up in lowly shelters, fending off our deep despair, Bundled in what rags we’ve gathered, holding fast to constant prayer. Passersby with words of pity toss us coins with smiles and stares, Yet, our begging bowls go wanting, once again we’ve no’ to spare....