You hear that beautiful sound of the rain coming down
Natures way of washing everything found, quickly filling & overflowing anything
Even more so the tins, with only a few penny's in
To live is to hold on against the tide, I love the wet & cold weather helping bodys hold tight
To forget my thoughts but never my fear weatherd friends, imagine if we all just dropped a few more in
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Poetic Dan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Later one today, I always try to give what I can ;)
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PD, where do you come up with these ideas? I love this poem.
Gladly I only spent a short time of my youth on the street so that feeling will never be forgot! Plus being in the south of UK by the coast you see so many, sadly you will still get the mix of the ones just being rebellious and the broken souls that could not see anything else.
(think I'll put that in my notes now)
Thanks for your time my friend, always appreciated!
I love this too . You have a good way with your words
Thank you for your kind words, it like marmite, you love it or hate it!
Always appreciated
Wonderful write, I too give what I can Dan.
I would expect nothing less good sir!
Homelessness has become so prevalent in today’s world...I really think you brought the plight of homeless alive.
Sadly it is and I could of gone a different direction as yesterday I saw a lady with a suitcase on the street, it is a mental health condition of why we do this to ourselves.
Thanks for your time, always appreciated
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