OUT ON THE TILES

 

Now that Winter's here its

time to don the warmer gear

prepare to face the snow and

frost - think of wild creatures

living from claw to beak - oh

 

and most importantly of all, the

humankind dossing in street

doorways or pavements on

damp quilts - where grime and

muck,  and goodness knows

 

what has been spilt on it - and

the cowering figure holding out

a tin imploring you to put some

thing in - to buy hot food and

to ease away the winter blues

◄ UP IN THE GODS

PENNY DROPS ►

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jennifer Malden

Thu 22nd Oct 2020 11:17

Great writing! Unfortunately there seem to be more and more homeless. Here Caritas at least manages to give many one hot meal a day, but sometimes you feel really ashamed that you are going back to a warm comfortable home. This b virus is of course making things even worse. jennifer

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keith jeffries

Thu 22nd Oct 2020 00:36

What does this excellent poem say to a nation where we permit people to sleep in doorways and yet claim to have one of the best economies in the world. GREED.

Good poem.
Keith

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Philipos

Thu 22nd Oct 2020 00:07


Hi Paul.

Good to hear from you.

My coms have been down quite a while until recently.

Do feel grateful though not sharing the life of down and outs.

Keep well.

P.

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Paul Sayer

Wed 21st Oct 2020 22:35

What a sad day and night it will be for our down and outs.

They freeze to death on our streets and the illegals live a life of warmth and comfort in four-star hotels paid for by yours truly.

Ho hum

said Po.

Oh! Loved the poem P.

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