As Winter Draws Nearer - A Poem By Akon Margaret Kalu 

 

I am moved by a lone vagrant in the park.. 

Contempt etched on his face.. 

Worn down by life.. 

Torn clothes ragged by wintry weather....

Dishevelled appearance from months/years outside .. 

A fag hangs loosely on his lips..

Drifting, aimlessly lost in thoughts ..

His reverie broken by my footsteps....    

 

Cold damp day, fierce wind whistling in my ears... 

Picking up brown autumn leaves. 

Clearing the ground for early winter frost... 

I slowed my stride, eager to pass him food... 

Bread and butter from my shopping bag.. 

I didn't for many reasons.. 

In Nigeria, you dig hands in your pocket pass money.. 

In England, you give when they ask...

 

A shiver down my neck... 

Helpless, emotional, confused... 

I walked away.... 

My head throbbing... 

My mind confused.... 

Heading home to enjoy things I take for granted.. 

In recognition... 

Of the stark reality of life between... 

The haves vs the have-nots. 

 

The realisation that park bench is a temporary shelter... 

If not a permanent home for this vagrant.. 

A ray of sun could make a difference.. 

Keep him warm and dry..... 

Might put a little smile on his face. 

 

Why and how do people become homeless?

I imagine time must be going very slow 

For this lone homeless person.. 

Spare a thought.. 

Spare a penny 

For those displaced by life this Christmas..

Please donate to charity organisations... 

 

All Rights Reserved @2021 Akon Margaret Kalu 

 

 

 

I wrote above poem between dusk and dawn so called twilight zone when I couldn't sleep drown in self-pity, sadness and sorrow. Gbam! An encounter yesterday at my local park brought back all the memories. I could have stared at the four walls in my bedroom but I choose to be creative. A classic case of when #situations-turned-poems.  Good morning Happy Sunday 🙏

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