count your blessings

When the darkness falls,
lights go on,
doors are locked.
Behind locked doors supper is served,
warm beds await.
life couldn't get any better.

In the darkness-outside,
in the alleys and streets,
the homeless wander.
Hunger gnawing at their insides,
the cold pavements await.
Life couldn't get worse.

When darkness falls,
when eating supper,
when getting into a warm bed.
Remember those outside your locked doors,
and count your blessings.

i like this poem alot
i shows the diffenrce between having a family that cares and not having anyone at all
i like the two paragraphs::

When the darkness falls,
lights go on,
doors are locked.
Behind locked doors supper is served,
warm beds await.
life couldn't get any better.

In the darkness-outside,
in the alleys and streets,
the homeless wander.
Hunger gnawing at their insides,
the cold pavements await.
Life couldn't get worse.

but i feelt like the poem lack an end with::

When darkness falls,
when eating supper,
when getting into a warm bed.
Remember those outside your locked doors,
and count your blessings.
help when you can

help when you? whats that even mean?

that's really good.

It didn't grab me and I didn't enjoy it, personally.

However, very clear message, good message and it was conveyed in a 'sit up and listen' way.