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.
Poem originally published by SleepStreetCrew on 19/02/16. Republished as part of our Homelessness Series for December 2016.
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