HOMELESS
Sitting all alone on a dusty street with nothing to eat all by myself. with no where to go, nor no bed to call my own. wet and windy damp all through. God help the homeless tonight? Sitting on a damp cold ground waiting for a pound. Stangers passing me by "please" Sir' can you spare some cash. Every person walks by with a pride full look, Why they dont give a toss. after all it not their mess No bed for tonight? untill Fate arrives at my door. A kind lady with a kind face takes pity on me and offers me a five pound note. At least I have food tonight. thats comfort for me. , by Rosalind Heather Smith

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