A Thanksgiving Meal for the Homeless Down at the Mission

It’s for the food. That’s why we go.
It’s for a change from everyday.
Blessings come and go we know
And we are thankful anyway.

Some will serve and some will eat
And some will see the faces change.
It’s temporary. Have a seat
Or help with pie. Does it feel strange?

And who are you with eyes so bright?
And who are you depressed with fear?
And who are you? It’s day not night.
And who are you beside me here?

Author: frankhubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

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