The Grey Ones

It’s cold outside but the stove is lit,
It’s lovely and warm in here.
I pity those sleeping rough tonight
As people walk quickly by;
There but for the grace of God, go you or I.
The winter weather of storms, high tides,
Flooding, gales and snow –
I pity those sleeping rough tonight
As people walk quickly by;
There but for the grace of God, go you or I.

The invisible population,
Few see them, most look through them.
Social outcasts, foreign migration
No fixed abode, no benefit system.

It’s cold outside and snow is blowing,
It’s lovely and dry in here.
I pity those in the hedges tonight
As people drive swiftly by;
There but for the grace of God, go you or I.
It’s not a night to be left outside,
Snowdrifts, wind and ice –
I pity those in the hedges tonight
As people drive swiftly by;
There but for the grace of God, go you or I.

The unfortunate generation,
The grey people, much maligned
Socially compromised, chastened,
Out of sight, out of mind.

Copyright wordz2Go 5 January 2014

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