I was inspired to write this poem after an encounter I had with a homeless man in a bus shelter in Sand Bay, near Weston-super-Mare, on Sunday, June 29th, 2025.
Old homeless man
I tried to help youDisheveled and smellyI only wanted to put food in your bellyYou shunned my kindnessBut it’s all goodI don’t know your soulI don’t know your storyI see you are troubledBut you conceal your gloryWithin the fleshWe are brothers as oneWe were both born, andWill one day both be doneIt’s impossible to help everyoneIt’s a soul’s right to refuseSo, as you journey forwardMay your angels guide youI wish you well my lost brother

