Hazel June Hooper

(Bournemouth, UK)

The Tramp

No home or friendly hand held out in welcome,
No cheery glow of fire, no warmth of food,
there is none,
No shelter when the cold wind blows,
No refuge from the sleet and snow;
In a harsh uncaring world he knows
He has neither friend or foe.

A hard park bench on which to lie,

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