The down and outs, the homeless, some by choice,others that just drift into this life
The winters cold and chills are here again
Harbinger of the hardship cold and pain
Of all the homeless out there in the cold
Come snow or freezing fog and icy rain
They will huddle in their makeshift bases
All with worried gaunt and grimy faces
Devour quickly food they may have scavenged
Sadly most devoid of social graces
Night time, they shelter under last weeks news
On cardboard pillows, close out night-times views
In shop door ways often under arches
Some wanting to opt out from paying dues
Others have no choice it is their fate
They wouldn't choose to live this life they hate
But have no power to change they just drift on
Put off decisions, then it is too late.
Poetry by Pamel Brooke
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Written on 2008-12-15 at 23:13
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Rubaiyat Seasonal Challenge Winter's Chills
The winters cold and chills are here again
Harbinger of the hardship cold and pain
Of all the homeless out there in the cold
Come snow or freezing fog and icy rain
They will huddle in their makeshift bases
All with worried gaunt and grimy faces
Devour quickly food they may have scavenged
Sadly most devoid of social graces
Night time, they shelter under last weeks news
On cardboard pillows, close out night-times views
In shop door ways often under arches
Some wanting to opt out from paying dues
Others have no choice it is their fate
They wouldn't choose to live this life they hate
But have no power to change they just drift on
Put off decisions, then it is too late.
Poetry by Pamel Brooke
Read 608 times
Written on 2008-12-15 at 23:13
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