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
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