No Fixed Abode...
poem by:
Frank Hornby .
Written
on Feb 19, 2017
"For too many long years, he's tramped life's lonely road, he doesn't have a home, he has "no fixed abode." For him living is not easy, in fact life is really tough, with no roof over his head, every night sleeping rough, just walking the streets, to kill time through the day, and no money in his pocket, to pay for somewhere to stay , no longer part of society, he dropped out long ago, couldn't handle the rat race, he just doesn't want to know, survives only by begging, sometimes resorting to theft. Now he doesn't have a future, doesn't have much more time left, maybe two or three harsh winters, surviving a hard life on the road, but sadly, he is just one of too many, with " no fixed abode."
Tags: sad, rhyme, depressing,
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Martyn Grindrod commented:
A moving account of life on the pavement . Well put my friend
Frank Hornby .
commented:
Thanks Martyn.....it's a problem that seems to be getting worse...a sad fact..
Christopher Russon
commented:
Such a powerfull poem Frank.The city of Birmingham is full of homeless people
And getting worse.Good poem.
Frank Hornby .
commented:
It must be hard living rough....especially as you get older...sad. .....thanks for your comment Chris....
Dinesh Chauhan
commented on Mar 31, 2018 at 3:36am
nice presentation
Dinesh Chauhan
commented on Apr 02, 2018 at 5:18am
nicely penned
Frank Hornby .
commented on Apr 08, 2018 at 1:35pm
Thanks for your comment Dinesh
