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

 

 

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