i see them wasted on the sidewalks and the snow coming down the winter wind chills the bone and death is all around most just seem to pass them by and others will complain why can't they get a job like us or maybe they're insane the crowded streets and busy feet push them all aside the cardboard house of the aging man he takes it all in stride when i think about this country friend that we all live in i think about the jesus child and how it all began so when you pass a desperate soul that's living on the street take the time to say hello and help him to his feet cause what you see on a snowy night that chills you to the bone could be your brother or your sister and they are all alone   Submitted By: NULL