I sit on the steps of an old church hankering for a bed,

Ashamed of the situation I am in shielding my head.

Eventually darkness unrolls its blanket over me,

I roll out my sleeping bag then have a pee.

 

I struggle to get comfortable on the step of stone,

I am exhausted ,I fall asleep all alone.

I am awoken suddenly by an ambulance noise,

My hip on the stone floor judders,I change my poise.

 

I fall asleep again but I am woken by a lady feeding the needy,

I reach into her basket grasp a sandwich ,not being too greedy.

The kind lady smiles and says goodbye,

Back to sleep again I do try.

 

But suddenly the clouds open and I wake up wet,

I gather up my possessions and to a bus shelter get.

The rain stops,I shiver with a runny nose,

The wind is cold but dries my clothes.

 

I pull my sleeping bag over my receding hair,

I smell a Mcdonalds somwhere out there.

In the morning I'll sit outside and smile,

And maybe be given some chips to eat in style.

 

Then back to the steps I will creep,

Cold and depressed to weep.