Homeless,for a key and a door I continuously pray !
I sit outside a bank appealing for loose change,
I'm looked down upon as if something strange.
People pass as if I am not there,
Avoiding even giving me a glare.
Unfortunately there are many of us on the street,
Getting something in my cup is quite a feat.
Yesterday was tough I was soaked to the skin,
But ended up with a cup with something in.
Eight quid in change I had made begging all day,
And a Greggs sandwich luckily came my way.
But a sleeping bag I had left in a shop front,
On my return its theft I had to confront.
Curled up covered in cardboard in a H.S,B.C, doorway,
For a key and a door I continuously pray !