The Big Issue

I don’t know about you, but I often stop to think About the thousands of homeless – many that turn to drink. While I am nice and warm here lying on my bed The homeless have no comfort, no pillow for their head. While we bemoan our privileged life, complaining life’s not fair The homeless may be cold and alone – doesn’t anybody care? While we have family and friends, a warm house in which to live in The homeless are often rummaging for food scraps in a street bin. So next time you feel the cold, the chilly windy bite Think of the homeless sleeping in boxes through the night. And next time things are hard and financially it’s rather tough Be thankful you’re not homeless and that you’re not out sleeping rough.