No Santa, company or empathy

A thought for those that sleep alone, outside, with mental health issues

Yesterday's news and Autumn's last his bedfellows,
these blown to his side by a chill northerly
whistling the same old bone chilling tune
that has arthritic pain dancing through worn, aching joints.
He knows he'll see not a soul today, Christmas day,
whereas tomorrow will see a tide of folk sweep through,
each one hell bent on increasing the overdraft to save a few pounds
on "stuff" neither needed nor wanted,
most of this then returned when the gluttonous hangover subsided
and sanity, normality, resumed.
On the plus side though, for a couple more days anyway, he'll be noticed,
not as some low life waster, a bum, down and out,
but as a charity case, a chance for them to feel good about themselves
as they toss loose change into his begging bowl,
this a damp, cheese stained Mac Burger box saved from a nearby bin,
it's half eaten contents greedily consumed, a gift from the garbage Gods.
But today, well today he will sleep,
and when awake he will converse civilly with his other self,
but only when not berating "him" for forgetting to order room service
or for not tipping the maid for turning down the bed and bringing clean towels,
as once this the norm'
before...

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[Stella Armour]

and all the while empty houses are allocated to immigrants, we send aid all over the world ..... makes my blood boil :(

[Gee]

Aye, over here we have a total disregard for the elderly and aged.
Thank you Stella
Merry Christmas