A poem about the month of December.

My shoes filled with holes and no jacket to wear, looking around the world seems not to care.

While watching John Steinbeck’s heartbreaking play “Of Mice and Men” at the Walnut Street Theater here in Philadelphia, there were actually people in the audience laughing. Not little children but adults. This really upset me. So whenever I have strong feelings, I write a poem.

So many times the less fortunate are left less fortunate especially during the holidays. I always ask myself what if that lady on the street was my mom. Or what if that was my daughter begging for food.

The common plight of the homeless.