I know you look at me really strange
And are fed up with me asking for loose change
And yes the money does go on crack
Or if I'm lucky some quality smack
I tend to drink my days away
Waking up to another day
As the commuters come and the 'coppers' go
I smile to see my 'coppers' grow
I hold up my sign, ‘homeless and hungry'
Hand reaching out for your money
Drugs, drink, crime whatever the excuse
I have been beaten, spat at, had all the abuse
Some change drops into my hat by another commuter
But I have a name, a past and I hope a future
Subway Simon, I'm known around here
That worthless drunk who likes a beer!
My intention in life was never to go into social work, it was to be a teacher..But whilst i was at uni, between 1994-7 me and few friends set up our own soup run for the homeless in London..There was a homeless guy named Simon, and later that evening (1994) i wrote a poem about him. It spured me to think about the needy and less unfortunate in our society, and amazingly now, me and the other guys who set up the soup run are all social workers.
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