Life On The Streets Poem by Alison Gaff

Now before we complain to much
We should stop and think of others
Like all of those who have no homes
That lonely band of brothers

Sleeping in doorways or on a bench
In this cold snap can't be much fun
It's sad there are not more hostels
With beds for everyone

There is one man I often see
Sometimes I buy him a coffee hot
It seems he's landed on hard times
And he hasn't got a lot

Sometimes they can seem scary
So we just walk on by
We never stop to reason
Or ask the question why,
But remember for the grace of god
That could be you or I