.4. No Fixed Abode Poem by David Threadgold

Where will you sleep tonight?
No fixed abode
In a shop doorway
Or out on the road

Last night under arches
To keep out the rain
As soon as you’d settled
Got moved on again

Someone brought you soup
To help keep out the chill
A huge chunk of bread
For a large hole to fill

Tonight you may sleep
Though bed will be hard
With a new detached home
In your house built of card


© 2008 David Threadgold
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