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A conversation between a passer-by and an Homeless man. Their discourse is interupted by words of encouragement and friendship from acquaintances passing by.
Why are you so bloody happy,
Living in your cardboard box.
Looking at life from street-level,
Holes in your boots and socks.
Hello Alexander, my old friend,
Did you enjoy luncheon at the Ritz?
Just popped into Tesco express,
Got you a coffee and a few bits.
Sleeping outside’s not that bad,
Kings Cross is warm and bright,
Moving home whenever I like,
Sometimes in shadows out of sight.
Worldly possessions on my back,
Tommy left this rucksack in his will.
Two sets of clothes, one for best,
In case I get work down the mill.
Mostly people treat me with kindness,
A few shout, “Scrounger get a job”.
Friends help me out when they can,
Hot drink, Sandwich or a few bob.
Ally old mate check your diary,
Her Majesty has invited me to tea.
She sent me a text bring a friend,
The palace expects us at three.
I used to work in construction,
Helped develop the east end docks.
Canary Wharf one of my projects,
Now I construct a cardboard box.
I don’t do drugs or get drunk,
Just a nip of brandy when it’s cold.
Had a decent life sometimes tough,
Wish list of things ‘fore I get old.
Some of us may be scoundrels,
Some of us liars and cheats,
A lot of us just plain homeless,
So glad of the people we meet.
Alex you rogue, how you doing?
Haven’t seen you in a while,
Going up Tottenham Court Road,
Back later with goodies and a smile.
Copyright © Kevin Shaw | Year Posted 2018