All I could do
All I could do was look and sigh; watch as he slurred and begged passers by.
Intoxicated he’d passed all care, growling for money to buy more beer!
Another was begging for money too, barefooted, tatty trousers, and unkempt, seemed confused.
A sign around his neck read “hungry and thirsty please help”!
His teeth partially rotted and such urine stench.
The cardboard where he laid was soaking, drenched.
With blanket, newspapers and dog as well.
As I moved along the pitch black night through the dim lit alleyway
I witnessed the homeless and the true reality
Noisily bedding down to rest for the night, as frost bites and rats come out for space to fight.
Where foxes now challenged men of homelessness for what they have not.
The cold concrete hard on their bodies was their lot!
Samaritans come out in the small dark, cold hours, they bring soup and sandwiches
To warm these homeless souls.
There are eyes that peep out from their cardboard lair, some thank these Samaritans
While others demand beer!
By Luvving
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