Ragged Leaves A' Blowing

people without homes fluttering about town

Do you see ragged leaves a’ blowing?

See how they flitter-flutter

From one place

To another

Found inside subways,

Found inside doorways

But never still, always on the move;

Eyes open for crowds ripe for picking

 

Do you hear them

When you’re out and about?

When they ask for spare change;

Do you dig deep?

Or hurry by without a peep?

 

Do you feel their eyes on you?

Sending you a message

In bitter pain-filled eyes

Making you doubt

However much you strive to do

There’s not much you can do

And that may be true

But in the end

How much you do is up to you

Author's Note

this poem is on a cd that PETRAS developed on homelessness in rochdale. should be released soon i hope.