Silver Bells Ringing
I hear silver bells ringing, though I sit here in my tattered coat.
On the trees icicles hang, glistening in the street light.
I see snowflakes drifting, many shapes afloat.
Many holiday decorations are brightening the night.
In the street I hear carolers singing with such Christmas cheer.
While I spend my time rummaging trash bins for aluminum cans to sell.
I might make enough money to buy me a new blanket this year.
My world crashed, the day my company
bankrupted, tilted my financial scale
My store-bought sneakers adorn holes, someday soon I'll have saved enough money
for a new pair.
Blue jeans have been patched so many times, supporting own tune. I can remember hearing my wife saying I love you with care.
I hear the silver bells ringing, my hands are so very cold.
My heart feels such warmth, I am not the only homeless you see.
While I am poor here, someday I'll be rich in the streets of gold.
There are many on the streets, homeless like me.
Dorothy E. Scott poetry99@txol.net Copyrighted 2001
My name is Poet Dorothy E. Scott I have been writing since five years old. I have a deep love for the Lord. He's been my copilot for a long while. I am a compassionate poet. I write poetry for all who need it. I currently have 52 books in seven years. I am a sick poet but know God is there and faith. Some of my work is used at an online magazine "Chrysalis." I have my own poetry corner in a magazine Almshouse Newsmagazine. I will soon be featured on www.edevo.com as a poet too. Poetry is a gift from God and for God. God Bless You! Poet Dorothy