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What Now?
Christmas is over…
The goose has gotten fat,
No one's put a penny…
In the old man's hat!
The musician played all day,
Outside the freezer shop,
No one took any notice…
They had no time to stop.
The poor mans cap stayed empty,
But never did he moan,
Just stayed and played Christmas music,
Till the time came to go home!
But did he have a home?
Or did he live on the street?
No bed to keep him warm,
Or slippers for his feet!
His shoes were full of holes,
His frozen toes peeped through,
Did the people care?
Did they even have a clue?
So once again Christmas eve,
Peace and goodwill for all,
Did they even care…?
When the old man had a fall?
Someone picked him up,
Bought socks for his feet,
Filled his hat with money,
So the poor old man could eat.
So when you see a busker,
Please don't pass him by,
Without dropping him a copper or two,
But please, don't ask him why!
It may not be his fault,
No home to call his own,
No job or even family,
Just a beggar all alone!
So Christmas is over,
The goose has all but gone,
Please remember the poor old man,
For him, it wasn't fun!
© Catherine Inglesby 1989
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