My Friend

Why is it so cold out tonight?

The winds tearing at my whispery grey beard, again.
I shift body weight to keep my chin
away from the bitterness of night.
I hear voices say i'm a sorry sight
I'll be ok, I don't mind, even tho I am blind.
One eye lost during a late night brawl.
Not much to fight tho when it's one against all.

Wow, can you smell that?
Yeah I know it's me old chap,
It can be quite tuff to get clean
on the streets, when they are so mean
I mean, I'd love to be clean.

Needles are my only friends, these days
They make me feel warm and I escape in a haze.
Sometimes I just smile.
Most nights I do cry,
In corners of ghost shops where I'm unseen.
C.C.T.V occasionally follows me.

Dougie my old pal passes through here,
But I haven't seen him in nearly a year.
I'm quite concerned for his safety,
He's a great guy, but has had it bad lately.
He's lost his job, house, money and family.
Life's pressures got him down.
Will you help him if you see him around?
Well, it's been really great talking to you, my friend,
But I have to sleep now before the night ends.
Tomorrow they will move me on
and tell me I've done something else wrong.

Wow, can you smell that food in the air?
It really aches my heart when others don't share.
But I do understand, as it was once me standing there.
Oblivious to others and I too didn't really care.
Life has taught me that I have love inside me, right here.
Goodnight my old friend, sleep well
Tomorrow I'll help you, I really will.

So here we are living in a world where no one speaks, stops or helps each other anymore.
We are all caught up in our own little bubble of bliss,
with our heads up our own arses.
So what if we think they will use
A pound or 2 on drugs or booze?
If it helps someone who's so lonely, homeless, crazed and confused or even abused?
Stop and talk, get to know them
One day it could be you, and the cycle repeats again.
One world, one love
Enough is enough!!