figures below the radar
scant on comfort
at the blunt edge of hope.
But we all know there should be a home
a hearth at which to sit, make the best of it.
Without such a place we lose our hearts
with nowhere to rely on
a perimeter without a centre
a view without focus.
We all know there are not enough homes to go round
but there are some who have them to spare
who never could consider the need to share
and those who fall are much like us all
except without a place without a home
without a hearth at which to sit
they just can't make the best of it.