Paige Turner Poet Rhyme

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.

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Jan Allison June 20, 2023 at 8:09 AM A thought provoking piece, we are so lucky here on my little Island Paige there are no visibly homeless people on the island but there was a salvation army center and I know a lot of kids 'sofa surf' when they have family issues. hugs jan x Paige Turner June 20, 2023 at 8:31 AM When the weather is awful, I do think of the homeless - just wish more support is available to those in need x Paige x