Homeless Guy

Your knocking on my window pane I know that it is you Peering in with desperate eyes You need a Bob or two I let you in, your grateful As it's so cold outside Your homeless and your hungry You like your eggs done fried A cuppa tea is Gold dust I can't offer you much more My meetings with the homeless Are happening at my door "Can I stay the night" you cry You know I have no room So off into the night you roam Shouting "Don't worry I will be back soon."