For the many, who at this time of year may find themselves in this predicament.

Homeless

 

We search high we search low

Our problems we own; confess

No need to put on a show

As we are the homeless

 

How did we get here

Anyone hazard a guess?

We are normal; you have nothing to fear

But we are still homeless 

 

Out on the streets: this is our home

We try to make it our best

Finding the right place; takes time to roam

But there you have it: we’re still homeless

 

We locate the large shop front 

Try to find warmth among the mess

When we roam we also hunt

There’s no other way when you’re homeless 

 

The light draws in anytime soon

Ready to face the cold night-time test

Sometimes when I look at the moon

It tells me ‘your outside and your homeless’ 

 

The boxes surround me as I snuggle in

I’m not a bird; but I’m in my own nest

I don’t mind being near the bins

As I accept my status as being homeless 

 

In the morning hope reins supreme

A Samaritan makes an offer: I say yes

On my withered, tired face a smile beams

Just maybe, I’ll no longer be homeless

 

I dream of this for everyone one I know

I speak from the heart; not in jest

We all need the help: tackled blow by blow

Maybe one day they’ll fewer of us homeless