Winter’s wind blows through the streets;

     The rain joins in for fun –

But being homeless isn’t good

     When all is said and done.

 

And this  -  a wealthy country -

     Is where you’ll find these folk:

Oh, being homeless, on the streets

     For certain’s not a joke!

 

I huddle in a shop doorway;

      I see folk passing by:

It’s hard to know why I am here

      And I’ll try hard not to cry.

 

The people passing by glance down:

     There’s pity in their eyes.

I’m not alone out on the streets

     Beneath the winter’s skies.

 

Don’t judge the sleepers on the streets:

     They could be you or me:

And being homeless – think of this:

     It’s bad, you must agree.

 

 

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