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Homeless Vets

Poetry

Shabby Broken Beggar Man

Would you help me if I asked you? Would you really help me out? Or would you scowl and hurry by, This worthless, idle lout? If I told you of my heart-ache, Would you stop and talk a while? Or would I see you nod and give, A patronising smile?…
Paddy Slevin
27th October 2009
Poetry

Brown paper bag

Sometimes I wear my medals Sometimes folk ask me, What are they for? I tell them, they nod and sometimes Put a little extra in my begging bowl. But I’m ok tonight, Got my whisky in My brown paper bag, Got my brown cardboard box, It’s what I call home…
Bernie Shelton
25th August 2009
Poetry

THE OTHER SIDE OF CHRISTMAS

The pavements glistened wet and cold The doorway dank and smelly No ‘Christmas’ cheer for this Man Can’t even watch the Telly Just another day like yesterday Shivering from the cold Frost sores on his cracked lips A ‘ Tramp ‘ so he’s been told Not for him the ‘…
Tom Mcgreevy
3rd December 2007