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