Walk on by?

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Streets washed by pouring rain
Gutters try their best to accept the deluge
Blockage upon torrent
Sound, gurgles, lapping, dripping

Feet sodden
Canvas shoes on wrinkled feet
Sock-less
Penniless
Starved and homeless

A crust for a feast
A coffee from a caring stranger
Coinage 
Thrown not placed
Flippantly produced
From well heeled pockets

Doorways
Unforgiving
Hard-hard floors
Aches and pains produce
Voluble groans
Tossing and turning
Scared to sleep

Forced insomnia
Gaunt fragile face
Chilled beyond the bone

Cast out of comfort
Into hell
Death would be warmer
A rotting empty shell

No employment with no address
Opportune less 
Never will he redress
A tipped balance
Too far stretched

He once had a job
A second hand car
A mother and a father
A sister and a dog

A roof and a bed
Couches to defend
A shower to cleanse
A pillow on which to rest
A sleeping sleepy head

Illness took him
Disguised 
Lied
Confused him

Spare a coin
Spare a coin
Luckless endeavour
Still just a boy

Canvas shoes on brittle feet
Pain so bad
Fungal athletes

Any change
Any change

Not today.


AGL

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