For all those out there.

Christmas Eve Downtown.

Her face looked used,
with sunken cheeks somewhat
abused
from too much rouge,
and her eyes wore hoods.

She was no more than a wraith,
and squatting,
as thin
was a child in a cart,
with food
dried on his mouth,
stuck down,
cemented with run from his nose.

He looked frozen, large eyes
cowered from rain
which dripped down from dented
pram roof,
money already the prime charge
of the day,
they would wait until shop shutters were down.

Christmas Eve homeless have to stay put.

Underground downtowners,
in cardboard houses,
face out their lot
while numbers increase, and daily
they plead some empathy
might be aroused.

Will Christmas cheer only those who feel able ?

Simply Bono Razek
a touching piece Fay~a lotta ppl have forgotten that Christmas is about love & it cost nothing to spread ~beautiful/sad write..

Scarlett Angel
this is such a ''real'' piece Fay, written as is all your poetry with great insight.

Kate Sparrow
The darker side of the holidays that cannot be ignored. Your descriptions here are amazing. Thank-you.

Kerry O'Connor
You remind us that Christmas is not happy for every one. Thanks Fay.

Pendemic
This is a tragedy in the world today, with so much technology and resources today, how is it possible for this to continue to happen? You bring light where darkness seems to dwell. Thank you.

Carl Harris
This is a very touching and most poignant poem, Fay, and the plight of the unloved homeless is virtually universal in our world. Often, they are the unseen, unloved dregs of humanity to which wealthy and privileged eyes are quite blind. This beautiful, moving poem opens our eyes! Carl.