Sleeping on the streets
When I wrote last week,
Of those who sleep
Upon the streets at night,
I didn’t know
Of those who go
To try to get them right.
So with my money where my mouth was
I made a small donation,
To a pastor of the streets
Who knows the situation.
New clothes for old,
Hot food for cold
When the wind begins to bite.
Mary Treveil,
Ardrosan Road,