When I looked into their faces I saw hopelessness, lost,
Contact from their eyes was little, I saw shame, it’s ours.
We made and brought sandwiches and hot coffee to the hungry,
He was sitting there at a table in the park where many others gather.
Bundled in the clothing worn mostly every day they are people, human beings,
They each have a story to be told, listened too as they all have no home.
Called worthless, society as a whole turns their backs on them, are they not worthwhile,
I could feel the broken hearts from where I stood, a young one my girlfriend asked “are you hungry”,?
Yes! he replied Immediately, eating a sandwich in seconds, other words, “I haven’t had coffee in awhile.
These things taken for granted by most, I feel some shame as I worry about myself and my pain,
I didn’t put them there, this i know, i have the power to make a piece of Christmas for them better,
A handshake and a Merry Christmas back to us they replied, broken hearts, piece by piece mended.