Would you ever ask their name? If they’re well or who’s to blame

We pass them by as if unseen, because their look is so unclean

Dishevelled clothes & worn out shoes, they’ve got nothing left to lose

They have no dignity or pride, they have nothing left to hide

A place to sleep or rest they need, but still some people pay no heed.

A bench or seat is all they pray, but still they’re asked to “Move Away”

Who are we to judge them so, when little of their life we know

The loss of love, a job, a home, it’s on the streets for now they roam

What came to pass has hurt them dear, it’s only the cold nights they fear

Lost in their own thought & mind, of the life they left behind

Some may beg & some may plead, others feel they have no need

What recompense a cup of tea, for the little of their life we see

Think of the cold winter past, if it were you, would you have last

To live & walk another year, I doubt it very much, I fear

Now the warmer days are due, don’t forget what they’ve been through

Out on the road in cold & damp, under the glare of a streetlamp

Finding shelter where they can, out of sight, of a policeman

Hand outs from the charities, a little help, must seem like bliss

They may have chose to live this way, but that’s not for us to say

How would we cope if we were lost, giving up on life is not a cost

Don’t judge them so for what you see, they were the same as you & me

Born into a life of a family, they’re branches of a bigger tree

Just don’t see them as the leaves, cast adrift by the hard cold breeze

Don’t trample them into the ground, what is lost, can still be found