Dirty fingernails

I nearly tripped over you

With my coffee in a mug

Cherry ripe in a bag

Eyes locked a smile and nod ensued

I smiled back apologised

Shit what can I do

Tears welled up

I walked back to my car

A lump in my throat grew

Grabbed my card

Walked into shop

Told them to take the amount

Offer him the menu

Choose what he wants

Hot cold drinks food doesn’t matter

You choose for he they say you see

Don’t give him the choice of food

Angrily I said let him feel free

For a moment you stupid fool

We’re all in chains

This thing called life

Working to live and breathe

Whilst others fall quick

On drugs or sick

The man plays us like fiddles

He’s but just one

Down on his luck

I pray tonight he keeps warm

Dark clouds ahead

Concrete floor his bed

Thunder and lightening

A sudden storm

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