Twas The Evening Of Christmas

Twas the evening of Christmas and all through the city 

the homeless were as scattered and I thought what a pity 
as a boy I remember seeing homeless men here and there, 
and I'd say to myself, "doesn't anyone care?" 
Then as a teen I saw my first homeless lady, 
lying in a hallway alone, about to have a baby. 
As I got older, and started to grow, 
I never imagined a person freezing and dying, 
left out in the snow. 
So I ask, where's the mayor? The Governor? And all those rich 
politicians? 
Certainly not sleeping in shelters or eating in soup kitchens. 
Then all of a sudden in the midst of this plight. 
There he was standing on this dull gloomy night. 
Good old father Christmas, Saint Nick. 
Looking around him, and what he saw, made him sick! 
Yet I heard him proclaim, to all of the homeless, as he drove out of 
sight, all you sad people, continue the struggle, don't give up the 
fight, have faith in your country, and someday you'll find, 
a home of your own and some peace of mind. 
For the bottom line is, as the homeless still roam, 
every man, woman, and child in America, should at least have a home.