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
thank you
Life in Manchester prompted this poem . So many homeless