'Oxfam', The Ever Open Door. Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Catering for the poor and weak
All in the name of Charity Street,
Stands a shop where true hearts meet
Where volunteers make lives complete.
Customers buy - to help the needy
Those, who for themselves can't speak.
Who are sleeping rough in the windy city
Enduring winter snow and sleet.

So friends with time to spare, come forth!
Your help is valuable, south to north.
Do claim expenses ~ but sorry 'no pay'
Shop hours are from Monday to Saturday.
Join the charity, helping the poor...
Walk through that ever-open door.
And you will wear a constant smile
Because your living will be worthwhile.