'What Are You All Doing? ' Poem by Linda Winchell

What are you all doing around the world?
Have you even got a place to sleep?
I know I’ve never met you face to face,
But I think I may have heard you last night weep.

Do you have a meal of bread and beans?
Or maybe some meat and such,
I thought I’d write you to ask you this,
In hopes that maybe you might keep in touch.

I don’t have much that the rats haven’t taken,
Nor the other creatures that come in at night,
I haven’t a roof right now over my head,
But the stars cover me in their light so bright.

I must have more than most I think,
I’ve heard some people say,
That we are much better off than some,
Seems kind of hard to believe… in a strange kind of way.

But God has promised to always feed me,
And keep me safe on my journey… along the way,
So I’ll take the time if only a moment for you,
When I kneel tonight and pray.

By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2010