Homeless
I am the one you never talk to
I have been left behind
I have all the time in the world
But none of it expent on pride

I have no spirit left
It's all been spent away
Apart from my bottle of Whiskey
I believe tomorrow is my last day

I am the night watch of the city
I am the only one left
Whilst you sleep, I die
My mind is no longer deaf

My soul is free from all troubles now
God is by my side
He whispers softly to me
This is where I have a home
This is where I preside.
Writer's Notes: I wrote this on June 28th after sitting in Chamberlain Square in the city and seeing a homeless man sat down. It just brought it to my attention. We should all consider how fortunate we are.

I am not that happy with the poem, it doesn't flow well. But the message I wish to purvey still remains.
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