The Girl

See the girl living on the streets? does anyone know she is there, Do you see that girl down in the dumps? and does anyone care. We don't know the reason that she left her home and do any of us want to know? She's out in all weathers without any covers in rain, hail and snow. Does anyone wonder if she's ever lonely when we're all tucked up in our beds, when she's wet and cold, and we're warm and cosy does it ever enter our heads. She might have been beaten when her home she left, she's sad and she's lonely and often bereft. Does anyone see me alone on the streets? trying to smile at all that I meet, asking for pennies for a warm cup of tea, we're not all on drugs, at least not me. I'm trying to avoid going down that road I try to remember the things I've been told. Stories of people lying in the gutter, and people passing by all of a mutter. Do they care, what they see there? I suppose they think it's everywhere ! But I would like to say to all of you . I don't take drugs, I'm one of the few. So to all of you sat home by your fires, spare a thought for me, when you pass me by tomorrow, I'd love a cuppa tea.