The wind out there is strong and cold,

Attacking the homeless both young and old.

Wrapped up in blankets dirty and damp,

The street is their bedroom,its lights their lamp.

 

Houses and flats are too expensive for one,

Sleeping in a Debenham's doorway is not much fun.

The homeless problem is a street blight,

Increasing in numbers every single night.

 

The homeless are taken right to the brink,

Costing our hospitals more than we think.

What can we do to solve their plight?

A complicated problem we have to put right.

 

The Brexit disaster is proving difficult to repair,

The political chaos brings more despair.

More homeless out there on the street,

Suicidal suffering disasterous defeats.

Turning their bodies into a cushion full of pins,

Drowning their sorrows temporarily hiding their sins.

 

A lady bent double in deep despair,

An ambulance call out with another did share.

A bacterial infection she did show,

Where the needles she used constantly did go.

It looked as if she was still injecting the mess,

The puss flowed out contaminating her dress.

 

The average life expectancy of the homeless is  47 years,

30 years less than normal due to their trauma and fears.

What must we do to solve their plight?

A complicated problem we have to fight.