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homeless
CURLED UP IN A DOORWAY
TRYING TO GET SOME SLEEP
STOMACH KEEPS ON RUMBLING
NEED SOMETHING TO EAT
WRAPPED UP IN LAYERS
TRYING TO RETAIN THE HEAT
RIPPED SOCKS
BATTERED TRAINERS ON MY FEET
WAKE UP IN THE MORNING
SHAKING AS I FREEZE
ASK A PASSER BY"ANY SPARE CHANGE PLEASE"
SEARCHING IN BINS
LOOKING FOR SOMETHING TO EAT
YES I AM HOMELESS
NO I DONT DO DRUGS
AND NEVER BEEN A DRUNK
BUT IM EATING OUT OF BINS
HOW LOW HAS MY LIFE SUNK
IT ONLY TAKES ONE PERSON
TO SHOW THAT THEY CARE
NO MATTER HOW HARD I LOOK
THERE IS NOBODY THERE
ONEDAY I WILL GO TO SLEEP
MAYBE NEVER WAKE
NEXT TIME YOU SEE SOMEONE HOMELESS
GIVE THEM FOOD FOR GOODNESS SAKE
I sleep in my car.
I sleep in my car. Technically I'm classed as homeless. But I've not quite reached the kerb yet. I hope I don't.this poem is real to me. I've seen lots in the last six months . Like the man says, spare some cash along with the thought. Emotive mate. Cheers friend writing it Bro.
Paratrooper's don't die........ they go to Hell and regroup!!!
thankyou for your comment.
thankyou for your comment. this poem was written about my very real past experiences. i wasnt quite at the kerb but a tent in woods is close enough for me :-) people dont realise that not everyone whos homeless is a junkie or an alcoholic some people find themselves there for many different reasons.