Among chilled cobbled stone
There walks a man most kind
Who will not abide by those alone
Naught but kind thoughts in his mind
When the whistling winds blow cold
He will brace them with you
When the night bares down so bold
He will endure the dark too
The most kind man walks with you
When your legs tire and ache
He will share with you his supper too
For those in need his bread he will break
When he walks from town to town
The folk cannot help but smile
Becuase when life has beat you down
He will carry your troubles for a while
Should you meet with people in pain
I pray it's the kind man you think of
Becuase to help with nothing to gain
Is to prove that everyone needs love
I wrote this poem with the struggles of the homeless in mind. Winter is the worst time to be on the streets, the cold and loneliness are tenfold.
So if you meet those less fortunate than yourself, remember to be kind and show them that there is still love in the world