I know how cold it is 
How dangerous it is for you
To walk out into the snow 
Without a warm coat, or shoes or socks
Not even gloves
To look for work on the street

I know how painful it is
To return home with no money
To see your children shivering, hungry
Hoping for something warm to eat
I can imagine your lives 
I have been one of you

Now I am warm, but broke
I can do nothing for you
But pray, with a broken heart,
For a better day
When children play outside on snowy days
And return home to hot food

By Raha