Under An Archway Poem by David Wood
Under An Archway
Coldness is felt in many ways;
Laying in yesterdays news
Under an archway is one.
Coldness of a dead relationship
Where a couple are handcuffed
Together by circumstances.
Coldness of bitter weather beating
Relentlessly against chapped raw
Skin where everything is an effort.
I have known coldness, being
Hypothermic in the sea one cold
January in a leaking diving drysuit.
But there are many people now
Living hand to mouth who are only
Two paydays away from homelessness.
Who will see the true coldness of a
Winter alone on the streets as the
Cost of living crisis takes hold.
Homelessness shatters lives, shatters
Hopes, shatters dreams of a future
And kills without favour.
I wonder how many of us will walk on
Past someone begging on the streets
This winter and look the other way?
Many are not entitled to food banks as
They don't have a doctor to refer them
It takes little effort to buy them a hot drink.
It takes little effort to buy them socks
Which can be bought from a pound
Shop, but can you make that effort?
the coldness of a lost relationship handcuffed by circumstance actually grabbed my attention first. The rest just defines the hypocrites we all can be at times. Homelessness is sad. But always someone else's problem.
Year after year our country cares for the homeless people, when bitter cold in winter, they can sleep sheltered, warm and having had their desert, great cup of warm soup and brown bread, like this year after year, small country.greatest care for homeless people.
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4/27/2024 10:26:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
We, poets praise winter, we praise the beauty of snow; we praise the cold breeze of winter but in the world there are so many people who are homeless; the bitter coldness of winter; the schorching summer; the cruelity of monsoon is curse for them really; nice to read your poetic theme