I travelled long and far and wide, no
where to go, no place to hide.
When people stop and stare, I find that I
no longer care!
But wait! is that a light I spy, or just
a star in cloudy sky?
I feel the stirring of faint hope, a small
respite on slippery slope.
A building looms out of the night ,an
edifice with warmth and light!
Beside the door there is a bell, shall I,
shan’t I what the hell!
Down the stairs beneath the street went
my tired aching feet,
A form to fill and details taken, it
looks at last I’m not forsaken,
A kind and sympathetic ear prepared to
listen, and to hear.
I did the tour, was shown my bed, to cap
it all I then was fed.
Somewhere to start, a place to stay, with
all this help I’ll find a way.
Though Jimmy’s feet don’t walk this
ground, his hopes and dreams are all around!!
Written by: Delboy. M.
The Early Call.
The sweet sound of the early morning
birds.
The hum of the first few cars and still
the sound of birds.
The clatter of the early morning delivery
lorry.
The sound of birds still there.
The shouts of Mr White Van Man and the
rattle of the shutters of the first few shops opening and
still the sounds of birds.
The first copper telling you to move on,
you cannot sleep here, still the sound of birds.
!*&#** hate it all myself but still
that’s me.
Written by: Howard Wraight