Homeless

Homeless. My life in danger. From gangs all around. Targeting homeless people. If found. No place to sleep, or warm to keep. They took the key, and threw out me. I wander from place to place. Can not settle, in disgrace. On the outside, looking in. Is a sin. My favorite spot is a bus stop. Catching a bus to nowhere. After the last one gone. I can settle down and yawn. The price of property is sky high. Where to lay my head, instead. Maybe a castle in the sky. Or a mansion I will buy. Comments. I received a feedback on my poem "The Vagrant" from a fellow poet who told me he was homeless. I want to help him. He is in Tucson, Arizona. I am in Holland, Europe. Does anyone know of an Agency for homeless people that he can be directed to? or any other way we can help him. Please e-mail me if you can help. normanpurvis@casema.nl Norman Purvis.