Homeless in London Town

A lot of people just exist
their potentiality
Has taken quite a knock
Alas and their reality
There really is no bedrock left
Everything you had is gone
And now the streets of London
Is where you live upon

And it’s a really hostile place
Where billions come and go
The absence of a roof over your head
And nothing down below
Just a grey old wintery Sky
And pavements cold and bare
Where many souls are negative
And lots more do not care

To stay the course and get by
Takes a lot of inner guile
Begging don’t come easy
It may not be your style
Busking well at least your are trying
To entertain some folk
But sitting on the pavement
It’s not much of a joke

And having a little friend with you
Of the canine clan
So you are now responsible
There has to be some plan
A guitar and a case and odds and ends
A mutual quest to be
Getting through each evening
Both trying to see

The light beyond the tunnel
And it’s a long long way
From one end to the other end
You walk around all day
Smelling all that restaurant grub
And feeling sad and cold
The longer you are out there
The more invisible I am told

Some will stop and listen
Some will just walk passed
Some will think to help out
But some will walk so fast
They don’t won’t to know you
They don’t even care
They think you are a scrounger
And They will never share
Their coffee with you
Or some money
Or even a kind word
They look pretty dapper
But to them you are turd

Littering the pavement
They resent you you can feel
And they are best ignored of course
Because you know how real
It is your circumstances
Homeless on the street
With a dog to share your love with
And aren’t his glasses sweet?

It’s an unequal society
You see it everyday
No one wants to sit here on the pavement
And just pay
Out with all the sneering
And the vagaries of soul
And coppers are not much better
With their reason to control

There is some compensation
A lass might pass by and
Drop a fiver in your hat
And possibly might stand
And pass the time
And stroke the dog
And say
But generally the populace
Go, on their sweet way

there but for good fortune
Each of us could be
Cut off from our loved ones
And lost unfortunately
It happens to the best of us
When the down turn comes
But out here in the winter
When the cold win numbs
Every single part of you
That’s when it gets you down
Being homeless on a street
In good old London Town

And it all snowballs before you
When Of no fixed abode
No one will employ you
When you live on the road
Nobody can contact you
You are missing in a way
Lost and gone forever
And you will always pay

Of course you have some memories
Perhaps a lass you knew
Whose probably forgotten
What you used to do
You of course will not forget
That smile those gestures she
Shared when you were going out
How you were then happy

Now nobody loves you
Now no one does care
Most would wish you move on
Just get lost from there
You have become a nuisance
There is nothing more to say
Some would rather cross the road
Than give you time of day

Eating out of dustbins
What others throw away
Sustains the hound and you get around
If this, is the way
You actually can manage
Then possibly it’s good
That is why they toss it in the bin
So people could

Sustain themselves
And that you do
And the fifteen or so quid
You have got whilst entertaining
You can shop the lid
Is off the struggle for each day
Is really what you do
Living on the streets of London
For you isn’t new