No home or friendly hand held out in welcome, <br /> No cheery glow of fire, no warmth of food, <br /> there is none, <br /> No shelter when the cold wind blows, <br /> No refuge from the sleet and snow; <br /> In a harsh uncaring world he knows <br /> He has neither friend or foe. <br /> <br /> A hard park bench on which to lie, <br /> Where endless throngs of people pass him by. <br /> His sole possessions in a ruck sack; <br /> "Better you than me, I'm alright Jack!" <br /> <br /> Secure in your comfort, oblivious of his plight, <br /> It doesn't really matter who is wrong or right, <br /> Turn not your back, but heed his silent cries; <br /> It could be you not him, that the world despise. <br /> Contemplate, the difference found. <br /> If fate had someone smiled, instead of frowned.<br /><br />Hazel June Hooper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tramp/
