Homelessness

JOSIE'S POEMS

Homelessness

Winter’s wind blows down the street;
The rain joins in for fun,
But being homeless isn’t good
When all is said and done.

And this, a wealthy country,
Is where you’ll find these folk:
Oh, being homeless, on the streets
For certain’s not a joke!

I huddle in a shop doorway;
I see folk passing by:
It’s hard to know why I am here
And I’ll try hard not to cry.

The people passing by glance down:
There’s pity in their eyes.
I’m not alone out on the streets
Beneath the winter’s skies.

Don’t judge a sleeper on the streets:
He could be you or me:
And being homeless – think of this:
It’s bad, you must agree.