HOMELESS

Raising awareness of the Homeless - like everyone else the Homeless have been affected by the global pandemic. Access to medication, a warm bed, food, just plain old survival. This is a poetic version (only a snap shot view) of my insight into Homeless world.

We search high we search low

Our problems we own; confess

No need to put on a show

As we are 'The Homeless'

How did we all get here?

Can anyone hazard a guess?

We are normal; you have nothing fear

But we are still 'The Homeless'

Out on the streets: this is our home

We try to make it our best

Finding the right place; takes time to roam

But there you have it: we’re still homeless

We locate the large shop front

Try to find warmth among the mess

When we roam we also hunt

There’s no other way when you’re homeless

The light draws in anytime soon

Ready to face the cold night-time test

Sometimes when I look at the moon

It tells me; ‘your outside and your homeless’

The boxes surround me as I snuggle in

I’m not a bird; but I’m in my own nest

I don’t mind being near the bins

As I accept my status as being homeless

In the morning hope reins supreme

A Samaritan makes an offer: I say yes

On my withered, tired face a smile beams

Just maybe, I’ll no longer be homeless

I dream of this for everyone one I know

I speak from the heart; not in jest

We all need that help: tackled blow by blow

Maybe one day they’ll be fewer of us homeless