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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