Homeless Christmas

I sit in a run down shop door way,
Watching people, listening to them,
For it's a special time of year,
Because it's Christmas

As I sit here counting my change,
Shivering from the bitter frost,
I wonder if the people walking by,
Will stop and ask me,
How I'm feeling,

I shout 'spare change!'
But I'm ignored,
I hate to admit it,
Over the years I've come,
To loathe Christmas

I miss my family,
I miss my friends,
Yesterday I looked through a window,
Seeing my father and mother,
Playing with their grandchild,
My daughter,

Seeing them smiling,
Brought a tear to my eye,
God I wish I could be,
Back in their lives,

I go back to the door way,
My spirit motionless,
Missing home,
Looks like I'm spending another Christmas,
Sad and alone,

By Jay Basey © 2006