Poem: Spare Some Change
Poem by StreetSleepCrew
The cold is biting hard tonight
My feet blister on blister
Huddled below the dim street light
'Spare a little Mr?'
Concrete cold seeps through my skin
Cardboard bed and sleeping bag
Shoes are worn and socks are thin
'Hey there lady, spare a fag?'
Breath a cloud against the night
Fingers burning, stiff and strange
I watch their faces, shock and fright
'Hello Mrs, spare some change?'
I was a son with friends and a life
I was a husband .....a dad of three
I was a man who lost his wife
'Spare enough for a cup of tea?'
No time, no days, no months or years
No home, no job, no rights
No one sees my bitter tears
Just endless days and sleepless nights
Sub-Editor's note: SleepStreetCrew are organising a charity night to raise awareness of homelessness - read more here.
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