Homeless

I wrote a poem last October about a homeless man called Alexander, it isn't a true story but could so easily be. Like a lot of towns in Great Britain and I'm sure worldwide, homelessness is becoming more commonplace. A lot of people are genuinely homeless, others merely scroungers who discourage donations of help, cheating both the samaritan and the genuinely needy. Some chose to be homeless because its the only life they know, others have no choice. I invite you to read my poem "Homeless Alexander"

_{A conversation between a passer-by and a Homeless man. Their discourse is interrupted by words of encouragement and friendship from acquaintances passing by.} 

It's not judgmental and has empathy for the plight of homeless people