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.
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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.
that's really good.
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::
but i feelt like the poem lack an end with::
help when you? whats that even mean?