Poem -
JACK POTTS
Jack Potts certainly doesn't live up to his name
One of life's homeless such a terrible shame
Does have three choices where to sleep tonight
Bus stop,shop door or park bench out of sight
Decides on the bench he can stretch his legs
Room for his hat as he mutters and duly begs
A pound for a cuppa will keep the chill away
Looks in his hat nothing for Jack Potts today
Isn't long tonight before a young copper arrives
Not for a hand out and definitely no high fives
The copper holds his nose at the terrible stench
Time for Jack Potts to be leaving the park bench
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Comments
This is that sort of write that makes you appreciate what you do have. So many suffer on the streets
I couldn’t agree more with Gwendoline on this , it’s a sad reality of all the ones that suffer. We should always appreciate what we do have , there’s always someone with less :/.