When winter comes I dread the rain,

Finding shelter and staying dry's such a pain.

I dread the dark clouds in the sky,

It's such a trauma getting dry

 

Pneumonia and tuberculosis I dread to meet,

The main killers of us who live on the street.

I search for hot air vents to dry out,

My socks are soaking ,hear me shout.

 

Trench foot ,due to damp footwear, we homeless suffer,

Oh my goodness can things get   any tougher.

One evening when a loo I went to find,

Someone stole my blankets,soo unkind !

 

Thankfully some back up blankets I 'd stashed away,

Picked up from a drop-in-centre earlier in the day.

Due to covid ,a population of new homeless victims on our streets lands,

If I could do anything to change my life ,I would grab it with both hands

 

Help !!!