Observing the Ragamuffin
Brown paper packages lose their charm
When lost, hopeless faces
Stretch out an arm
They all shine bright
This Christmas-the lights
But the cold mornings, they leave a tragic sight
Of shivering infants
And giving up of hope
The cheer it seems is only for the affluent
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Author's Note:
Merry Christmas everyone. I was thinking about the effects of poverty during festivals so, I tried to dabble in that sphere today.
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