'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
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