Homeless Poem by Marnie Memis

Sitting in the shop doorway
People often stare
They don't know that I'm hungry
They probably don't care

I'm not an alcoholic
And in drugs I am not stuck
I'm just a normal person
Who is down upon their luck

So when your in your homes tonight
Please spare a thought for me
You sleep in a nice warm bed
Me below a tree

So if you pass me by today
And our eyes perhaps should meet
Please spare me some pocket change
And that way I can eat