Isolation day twenty five

Isolation day twenty five:

A stony faced boy and his dog,
Beneath the fir, guard the gate.
I sit and wonder of those I know,
Those homeless, what’s their fate?
In the city’s shopfront doors,
Huddled up on a colder night,
How are these poor souls doing,
I can only hope they are all alright,
I hope they find food and shelter,
And they are caring for one another, 
Yes I sit here by my gate and think,
I hope you are okay, my brother.
Time for my dialysis!