Shivering shadows in doorways
A daily strife not a life
Only seconds away
In bright glitzy hallways
Well healed entertain their wives
A stark reminder of a society
Where a chosen path, a road
May lead to an unwanted reality
Those unfortunate who find their world in a gutter
Need more than our pity
In the city of Spires
A city of learning
Oxford City.
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Author:
The Retired Bloke (
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- Comment from author about the poem: We are currently visiting Oxford. Maybe we shouldn’t have been surprised but there were so many homeless people. These were finding shelter just a few feet from where people were dining in posh restaurants.
- Category: Reflection
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You took that pic standing on your head, or standing sideways? heehee.
It' quite an atmospheric town is Oxford, I find. A good write RB.
Funny man......
Yes. Doesn’t seem to want to load the correct way up. Probably more interesting on its side.
I go to Oxford fairly regularly now and I agree with what you have written, the contrast between lives over such short distances is amazing - in this day and age it need not be so.
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