
It's cold and wet and windy
And there's a chance that it will snow
I really should be moving
But I've nowhere else to go
People rushing here and there
They pass me by all day
I ask them for some change
But they never look my way
I used to be like them once
A job, a house, a wife
Where did it go, I just don't know
A circumstance of life
It all came crashing round my ears
Then all I had was drink
And now I sit here homeless
With all this useless time to think
We're not all hopeless addicts
I couldn't take the pain
I would do things oh so differently
If I had the chance again
But the chance has gone, I'll carry on
Still sat here on my own
Just me, my thoughts, my cardboard box
The box that I call home
About the Creator
Deborah McCarrick
I write poetry and have been doing for many years. I specialise in real life poetry, everyday poems about real life situations. I have my own poetry page, @reallife poetry and also have had a poetry book published, 'Revelation of a Dream'
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