• Mel Jones

Bridges Ice First

As I watch the snow fall Deep, thick, cold I think about the homeless Cold and alone under Bridges icing first.


As I drive country roads Christmas lights cut the night. Christian giving blinded by Glaring gaudiness. I remember Bridges ice first.


Sunday Christians Hang your lights Never wonder who’ll die tonight under Bridges icing first.


How many meals How many shelters Could those lights and electric give To those who’ll die tonight because Bridges ice first.




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