Ballad of the Homeless Man
Ballad of the homeless man
The bitter cold wind is howling,
The rain is beating the ground,
I’m scared, alone, and freezing,
Sat in the middle of town.
No shelter, no hope, no future,
No one to say that they care,
Just words from passing strangers,
Mate, you cannot sleep there!
Move on, move on, they tell me,
We don’t need your sort around here,
They turn to their friends, still laughing,
And wish them a Christmassy cheer.
The bones in my body are aching,
My head is pounding in pain,
I get up and slowly start walking,
And they shout, do not come back again.
I’ve nowhere to go, but I’m going,
Moving, to who knows where?
I’ll rest for a while until strangers,
Tell me, I cannot sleep there!
Move on, move on, they’ll will tell me,
We don’t need your sort around here,
They’ll turn to their friends, still laughing,
And wish them a Christmassy cheer.
Copyright © Robert Broadbent | Year Posted 2017
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