crookedspire   10 #1 Posted January 24, 2017 I'm in my doorway tonight curled up in my sleeping bag and cardboard the air is cold been an winters night.  People go pass me not noticing my doorway home I hear people talking about their lives and what's for tea tonight. I look down at my half eaten sandwich that I'm trying to stretch for another meal along with my cold coffee . No one notices me as they go about their lives Im just another guy in an doorway.  It wasn't always like this you know I once had a place that I called home but life delt me an unkind blow the factory closed then I lost my home an shop doorway is my home now.  I get further down in sleeping bag it's an cold one tonight I must look an sight but not many look at my doorway home.  Remember anyone can up been a guy in an doorway becoming homeless is an closer reality than one might think. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
johnsbucket   10 #2 Posted January 28, 2017 Really enjoyed reading this, during this week they announced that services had been cut by 20% to helping the vulnerable in society, shocking is all I can say, you may want to read my poem called Beryl and I wrote one called homeless.. keep up the sterling work! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
crookedspire   10 #3 Posted January 28, 2017 Really enjoyed reading this, during this week they announced that services had been cut by 20% to helping the vulnerable in society, shocking is all I can say, you may want to read my poem called Beryl and I wrote one called homeless.. keep up the sterling work!  Thank you I will have a look at your poem. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
