homless

Homeless

The rain falls gently making no splashes

The wind is absent today.

Safe indoors I look out and know many

Seek bus shelters, and they have no home.

 

Paris is an ugly city, expensive and dirty

Their subways stink of unwashed people.

 

I think of the unseen whom we don’t see

Mainly because we don’t want to.

In our cosy dens, we should know this

The calamity of losing it all could happen to us.

 

◄ manx poem

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