Poem -
TOUGH TIMES
The aroma of fresh coffee filled the air
Will have a cup if one is going spare
While I'm at it could I have some cake
Really hungry and thirsty make no mistake
I see you are throwing out that pillow today
Will take it off your hands if that's okay
Means I have something to lay my head
I'm tired of sleeping outside and haven't a bed
Don't suppose you have any spare change
Please listen to me and I'm not strange
No money in my pockets for a long time now
Something to call my own would be nice somehow
Walk on by me I guess that's your right
Think of me though by the shop light
That's where I will be here every night
Out of mind and always out of sight
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Hi Kieran! while you are shining light on the homeless I wanted to make people aware of a service group I am associated with and what it does, that the people in the downtown night shelter, of our city love, so the info is out there, the group called Homelessness MATters make water proof mats for free, with plastic grocery bags cut and weaved together, that provide insulation from the cold ground whether in a tent or not.They also use them as blankets, as they are 3ft by 6ft. Hope you don't mind me using your poem as a means of light! message me if a problem and I will remove...............................................Jim
Hi Jim
I both honoured and flattered that you want to use my poem .By all means use it however you want !
Whilst writing I would like to express my sincere thanks to you for all your messages of support for my work...it is really very kind of you.
Keep safe and keep well
Kieran
Love the causal conversational write. Although my comment will never exceed Jims, I wanted to say kudos on this one Kieran. I enjoyed this one a lot. Peace and smiles, your friend Max