Crisis at Christmas

I originally wrote this in December 2013 but it is still relevant so. Have revamped it a little. I make no apologies for repeating this poem most years.

I hope it won’t snow this Christmas

It’s one of my biggest fears.

It was so bitter last year even

Thinking of it makes me shed tear.

The homeless won’t be eating Turkey with all the trim

Unless they find a charity shelter which they can get in.

The people at the shelters are angels from up above

They give their time and plenty love.

They really are saviours they really do so much good.

They give warmth and comfort, dinner and even Christmas pud.

OH! why are they out here I hear you say.

There are lots of reasons, have you got all day?

Dave got made redundant the bills he couldn’t pay

So the bank stepped in and took his home away.

His wife could not stand the B&B that the social offered them

So she took the children off to live with her mum so Dave won’t see them again.

Jen, she was cheeky girl always having fun

Staying out late and playing up in the end it got too much for her mum!

After a big row one night in the summer she asked Jen to go,

So she is struggling alone out there.When your homeless it is amazing how fast your friends all go.

Rob well his story is very sad,

It all started with his drinking then he discovered drugs. He became violent and everything turned bad.

He fell out with his mother’s boyfriend who told him he had to go

And then threw him out into the December snow.

The reasons are legion you can take your pick,

People who loose their jobs because they became sick

From parents who can’t cope

To addictions that make you loose all hope,

Parents or family who beat you, family who will not stop at a touch

They want you to give them way too much.

This may all seem morbid this may all seem too sad

I hate to tell you all, things can be so very, very bad.

People young and old see their hopes and dreams unfold and vanish in clouds of smoke

As they end up on the streets lost and without any hope.

So enjoy your Christmas parties, your families and your Yule tide fare

But as you raise a toast remember the homeless ones out there .

YOU CAN DONATE OR HELP HERE

Homeless at Christmas

Where is she going and where has she been.

She is the most hopeless soul you have ever seen

Why is she out there why so alone .

Does no one miss her, has she no loving home.

Where are her parents , her teachers and friends

Is this all that is left to her, is this hopelessness where she ends.

Out in all weathers, aimless, sharing a bench with the old men in the park.

Scrounging for coffee and scraps of food from the back of the restaurants after dark.

Her Mother’s boyfriend was too fond of her. Her Mum to frightened or to busy to care.

Her teachers too busy didn’t notice the signs. Lost weight and dull eyes, loss of all flair.

It all came to a head when Mum found her with HIM in bed.

Mum wouldn’t listen to a word that she said.

He had raped her, she had pleaded her case .

But her Mum had screamed at her and then slapped her face

So now lost and lonely with no where to go

She wonders the big city her fears in full flow.

No one to love her no one to care she is homeless and helpless and underage.

Already she is changing , she has stolen for drink, her life’s spiraling downward and her head’s full of rage.

Why had Mum not listened , why had Mum let him push her out

She lost and she is hopeless prey to demons and doubt………………….

Image from Pixabay

“The poor are always with us” this is an old saying. Sadly it is very true and these days we are seeing more and more people sleeping rough.

Even in the small town I now live in I see more and more people sleeping rough. By homeless I don’t just mean men we are seeing more women and boys. They are getting younger.

Have you heard of Crisis at Christmas. You can either donate your time this Christmas this year or your money. Here is their Link.

Homeless at Chistmas

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Image found  here 

Hurry hurry it is that time of year,

Buying presents planning meals,

Christmas is drawing near.

Tinsel, fairies, Santa’s everywhere,

tiny lights twinkle.

Hurry past her, close your eyes,

Tell yourself she’s okay

It is so easy to believe convenient lies

And hope she will go away.

Don’t even give her  a second thought.

Or  wonder why  life has  her  so low  brought.

How old is she? she does look young

But some of them play on that ….Scum.

She does look cold, she needs a coat

She looks so hungry and tired.

Is that a lump in your throat?

There are lots of souls like her around,

Sleeping in doorways and cardboard boxes

In our cities and our towns.

Should you give her your coat or your change,

Buy her a hot drink you don’t want her to spend it on booze

Or drugs help her out, don’t you think?

This dilemma makes you feel sad

Well what can I say,life can be bad!

She might be an angel she might be just be lost

But if you just helped her,would that be too high a cost.

So spare a thought as you gather round your Christmas tree

With your Christmas treats for all your family,

For all those who are lost, sad, lonely, cold or in pain.

If you gave to a homeless charity you would not loose,

Just think of what you could gain .

Crisis at  Christmas 

Little note:  I know I have used this image and poem more than once but this beautiful homeless man speaks more with his eyes than I could write on a million blogs!

 

Monday, Memories: Homeless at Christmas

I do  not  know  who  this  man is but  I have used his  face more  than once when  writing  about  compassion. There  is  something  in his  eyes that  reach out  telling  his  story pain, grief  rejection it is  all there!

I used  his  face  last  at Christmas while I was  talking  about  Crisis at Christmas .  Crisis is  the National Charity  for single  hopeless people. They  are dedicated  to  helping  people  and  giving  them a chane  to change  their life’s for the better, to give  them hope.

The  Charity  works  all year  round of  course  but  they  also do  Crisis at Christmas.  Volunteers spend a  fortnight  cooking, providing  a  warm place  to stay  for those  lost and lonely people. They  give  them new  clothes, a  hair cut   and  also help  them  to change  their  lives if  they  want  to. They  help  with  finding somewhere  to live  or a job  interview .

They  show  real  compassion  they  help  and  they are unpaid and  they  really  make  a  difference.

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