The Big Issue
Cardboard lay’s upon the floor
In front of the shop it blocks the door
A tell tale sign of a poor night’s sleep
Warm and dry they try to keep.
Safe inside - we lock the door
Without a thought for the really poor?
When night does fall, the risks are great
A real cold night could seal their fate.
A wash and shave and comb the hair
What could we do to show we care?
But remember this, they feel the cold
And it gets worse as they grow old.
So think about what other ways
You could ensure your good deed pays.
Soup, blankets and toilet tissue
Or stop and chat when they shout “Big Issue”?!
(For people not in the u.k The Big issue is a magazine the homeless sell to raise cash)
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