Home for the Holidays

A man was sitting inside his home.
He was at his table, with coffee and
He was smoking a cigarette.
On the sidewalk, the homeless
Were playing poker and shooting crap.
Thoughts raced in the man’s mind.
He daydreamed these thoughts.
It might be the holidays,
But do the homeless know anything about it?
Who cares whether they even eat?
When on your merry way,
Please throw them something
Because, remember it’s the holidays.