No Fixed Abode
poem by:
Martyn Grindrod
Written
on Dec 12, 2016
Cardboard City land of broken dreams life on the pavement existence of extremes lost my job , my home , my wife No end in sight of my pitiful life Down on my luck my life's a mess living outside as outdoors guest A kindly gent puts a fiver in my palm below freezing tonight so it's McDonald's coffee and a lip balm So if you see me asleep on the side of the road I sleep here because I have No Fixed Abode Martyn Grindrod
Tags: sad, rhyme, depressing, pain, dark,
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ann parks commented:
brilliant
Martyn Grindrod
commented:
Thanks Ann
Cecilia Crasto
commented:
Well written, but I hope this is not the real story of your life.
Martyn Grindrod
commented:
No Cecilia just a figment of my imagination . And thanks for the nice comment.
Martyn Grindrod
commented:
CecilIa . Living near Manchester I see a lot of homelessness and was inspired to write after a recent visit where the difference between the haves and have not's was vast.
Christopher Russon
commented:
This is such a well written poem about the homeless.
Edward shields
commented:
Good poem, it tells the story of the homeless.
Frank Hornby .
commented:
I've written a poem also called No fixed abode.....inspired by seeing homeless people sitting in doorways........I will share it soon.....your poem is so moving........I enjoy your poetry Martyn...
Martyn Grindrod
commented:
Thanks again Frank I have read yours and commented
Maria Williams
commented:
Makes one wonder why some poor people live like this, How do they live like this? Very well written .
Chris Cleverly
commented:
Realy well written and a great poem on a side of life only some of us know or have known. Nice job
