A Thousand Shades Of Cold

Poem By Jeremy Willson

I've been living in a thousand shades of cold
Where a thousand people live
In a thousand little houses
They gossip a couple thousand times
For a thousand days
And have a thousand meals
They know there are a thousand starving people
With a thousand problems and needs
I tell them a thousand things they could do to help
yet it falls on a thousand deaf ears
I cry a thousand cry's
And plead a thousand pleas
Still, they hear a thousand things
See a thousand things
But a thousand times they do nothing

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