cold days

we drag ourselves

from warm beds

and soft pillows

to drink the morning brew

to wake our hearts

before the day starts

busy and bustling

the people move about

but don’t see

the invisible people

in the streets

torn clothes

in the cold

some are mad

some are ill

of body

of mind

some both

some just lost

as we all can be

at times

so we stir soup and

mend some clothes

hand out blankets

and try to smile

what more can we do

we think

but feel guilty as

we try our best

to help

while dreaming of

warm beds and

soft pillows

waiting for us

on cold days