I couldn't afford the rent,

Now sleeping in my tent.

Hostels are hard to come by,

Desperately to get a bed I try.

 

Into my damp sleeping bag I creep,

When it's freezing I can't sleep.

Some kind people buy me a coffee or a pasty,

Others look down on me and excrete comments that are nasty !

 

I sit crouched  up against a rubbish bin,

Hoping someone will pass by and in my cup put something in.

Iv'e been on the street a long time,it's all I know.

My name on many waiting lists,but still nowhere to go.

 

Lost a friend last winter because of the cold,

She froze to death ,only 39 years old.

I'm dreading the thought of another winter on the street,

Hopefully a cosy one-bedroomed flat I am destined to meet.