Cold nights, lonely hearts
Lay on pavements forgotten
Walked by, busy minds too hurried to see
Young and old, they sleep alone
Under paper, cardboard, barely visible
To those who pass by
A warm cup of tea, coffee
Would take a moment to buy
A sandwich to fill an empty space
See the look of sorrow
Change to one of gratitude
To know that someone noticed
Is more than thankyou can say
Please don’t hurry by, as if blinded by the light
Underneath those rags, a brother,
A son, a father, a daughter lies…
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I’ve bought sandwiches before for homeless people I’ve seen sleeping rough in the West End. A few have told me that what they’d prefer is one that you’ve written about above… a warm cup of tea or coffee (apparently everyone buys sandwiches).
When will something positive and life changing be done for all the homeless people.