Poem -

THE STATION WANDERER

THE STATION WANDERER

The hot tea he drank dribbled down his chin 
He wishes it was alcoholic whiskey or gin 
Tea makes him think and coffee keeps him awake 
Wandering around this station looking for a break 

I first encountered Stanley waiting for my delayed train 
He sat next to me that day his eyes full of pain 
He never asked for money like other tramps do 
Hoping someone takes pity as he stood out from me and you 

I gave Stanley a pound on that cold winters day 
"Thank you kind sir " is what Stanley did say 
He disappeared then and said goodbye 
Looking for another generous handout while I wonder why 

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Gerard McGowan

It's hard to accept the difficult lives other humans have, do we take the homeless in to our homes, feed them, help them, make that change we poets write about so much, actually change his life, do we?

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KIERAN1369

Thank you John for your lovely comment

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