I See

A Christmas poem from yesteryear

I see a homeless person
dressed in rags.
I see everyone walking by
and looking the other way.
I see people spending money
on things they don’t need.
I see the   filthy looks
and  the muttering.
They say:
Dirty Beggar
Alcoholic
They say:
You don’t matter
because you’re not like me.
I see someone who once lived in a house
and was proud of that house.
I see them travelling to work each day
on a packed commuter train.
I see their hopes and dreams,
their fanciful schemes.
I see them holding a child
minutes after it was born.
I see a great mass of people in motion.
and that person standing still.
Frozen like a statue,
hand outstretched.
I see green fields and the sea-side,
children building sandcastles
and others splashing in the waves.
I see –
A handshake.
A smile.
And a pat on the back.
I see a hospital bed,
and tubes going into an arm.
There’s a beep every second or so
that says , this person is alive.
I see skin as thin as parchment
and a choir singing Christmas carols –
to a hospital ward full of people.
I see someone who is too sick to work,
who can’t pay the bills.
I see a family argument and
brimming suitcases.
I see the hostel
where people shout at night.
The small room
with a wardrobe and sink.
I see sadness and tears
and hope slipping away.
I see me,
who do you see ?

S.J.Lavery 2013


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