Homeless

I am in my car in the warmth, my music playing i have my wipers on, its raining outside and freezing cold.

my car pulls up at a traffic light I'm feeling good cos I'm warm, i should, then i look to the left outside my window and think what is this in my neighbourhood

 I parked up my car just to observe and cant believe what i see on the kerb

I see a bed made up by the Nat West Banks door and see two people curled up on the floor

i turn off my heating cos I'm feeling bad now  I'm thinking this situation is so sad, i got out my car and gave them some money one put his head up and said god bless you honey.

 i continued to walk down the soaking wet street and met many more homeless  lying down near my feet

not begging not asking but trying to get warm try to get away from this

 terrible storm.

But wait is this London as i scratch my head what does it cost to give them a bed,  i walk back to my car as there is nothing i can do i cant change their life by a flick of my shoe.

Today is wednesday and tomorrow is Thursday and i remember the homeless project at my church that i help out for three months of the year.

The young people come from all kind of strife  all have stories that has effected their life my job for that one night is to  show them some fun which can help take away bad thoughts of anyone.

Sometime we play cards or sometime guess who,which quiets their minds of what they going through, They even have mastered the game monopoly and  listen to music whilst drinking some tea, they  bang on the drums someone else they pretend to be.

Then they have showers new towels new soap, look through donation to find a warm coat. Then around  830 you hear some one shout dinner is is ready to put in your mouth everyone sits down eats and converts behind the happy smile you know the heart hurts

But just for a night we know we can help the homeless people for the raw deal they have been dealt. 

They will have a good sleep with warm and clean sheet that will cover their heads and the sole of their feet,​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ in the morning they will wake up  to the smell of fried egg and they will quickly wake up and fold their beds and when the clock chime  they have to leave before nine they have to leave this place with their coats on their back and scarves around their face. see you next week volunteers will say as the homeless leave to survive another day.