He stood at the door hungry and poor .
They said look what crawled out of the sewer ,
Their words like daggers cruelly sent .
Inside the hall the well dressed all went,
Producing tickets to get inside .
The homeless man watched from the outside .
The room overspilt with chatter,
About what ?
It didn't matter .
There was food and drink for everyone.
The Christmas party had begun.
The tables were decorated well
With Bon Bons and colourful tinsel .
There were paper plates and serviettes .
The man with a mic paid his respects .
"You're all welcome here today ."
He said .
Outside the hall someone needed fed .
The homeless man looked in the window .
And waited for the people to go .
The kitchen staff put out the garbage .
And the homeless man went on a siege .
Pulling through all the leftover food .
And he ate up as much as he could .
He ran and hid as people walked past .
And woke up on the street at Christmas .
By Paul McCann
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-12-11 07:11:16
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