Cold Stone Poem by Gerard Taylor

October I will remember - November and December,
January I guess I`m on sale, I will just be standing
here kinda pale.
I see you all pass me by, am here reaching out,
inside I cry.
I stand here and there you rush on by without a
care.
You make me invisible, show me a smile, I guess I`ll
be here a while.
Cold stone floor outside another shop door,
Cold breath of air, another drunken stare
Moved on to another place, like some disgrace
Another street, I could do with a blanket and
something to eat.
Cold stone, lost my home through personal problems
of my own.
At Gods speed now these streets I roam.


Gerard Taylor 25/10/08