Bowl of Soup
The coldness of Winter
Enough to make him shiver
His feet race to find shelter
His stomach growls of hunger
The snow started to fall
He seems not to mind at all
He’s standing inside the hall
A bowl of soup is waiting for all.
A homeless man we saw on our way home last night inspired me to write this poem after having a bowl of chicken noodle soup my wife made.
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