A little poem and a bit of fun. Hope you like it readers. You see the thing is it’s the simple things that make up homeless heaven. Hey you know my colours readers.
Shops all closed
That’s not what I miss
Cup of tea in the cold
Now that would be bliss
Milk, some sugar, not too strong
Freshly boiled water, you can’t go wrong
Some say coffee
Think it’s swell
This homeless human
Says coffee is hell
Teabag removed milk in last
Post lactarian leaves nothing to chance
PreRaphalites are warm in National Gallery
All who came last, left cold like me
None of this matters
In the grand scheme
I’ve got a hot cuppa
Homeless Heaven to me
Life and times
It’s been an interesting fortnight in London. I’m going to stick around for a bit. I’ve met some very interesting people and had the pleasure to attend some amazing meals for homeless. Most say breakfast at Soho Square is my favourite by far. It the quite gift of spiritual food freely given with zero fuss. Plus the priest has named his dog after a favourite saint of mine. I’m not even going to mention the charity which probably receives money from council to help homeless. Yep readers I may of found a charity that’s worse than that Edinburgh charity!
On a more positive note I was lent a book today and will hopefully be working with a new arts based group soon.
Very much looking forward to reading this book again. May write a post about how this book is extremely simular to Close Encounters of the Third Kind.
For now readers I’m going to leave you. It’s extremely hard to get charge for my phone at moment and I’m developing a bit of a habit. My new habit is listening to Elaine Pagie’s radio show on a Sunday.
One last thing should I continue or stop quoting poetry like The Tyger at meals for the Homeless?