An Appeal.  I never part with money to beggars on the streets.  However I buy vouchers from Greggs loaded with a few quid. That way I know they will be "spent" on food and a hot drink.

 

In the bleak mid-winter

Doorway for a home

Cold and wet and hungry

Christmas Day alone;

Veteran of country’s wars

With PTSD

Nation of the caring

Nation of the free.

 

In the bleak mid-winter

Low as low can get

Simply one of many

Slipping through the net;

Life beyond our bubble

We’re too blind to see

Ne’ery thought nor thankful

It’s not you or me.

 

In the Bleak Mid-Winter

Homes bedecked with lights

Families round the table

Sheltered from cold nights.

Spare a thought for lost souls

When you pass a Greggs

Spare a quid for vouchers

For he or she that begs.