A Life

No map traces their lives It blew away One winter's day Along with their dreams. They have lost track, Time is now endlessly cold, Young, but very old, With the stare of dead fish. Might as well be under Water Lying on that cold sea bed, Who cares if they're alive or dead? They have odours of wet earth. They are that derelict building Still with yellow net curtains Future - uncertain They are all derelict now. They keep park benches warm Wrapped in yesterday's news After a last drink of stale booze Yet, like us they dream. They are life's shipwrecks, who Faced a storm they could not weather Lost and at the end of their tether With hopes and dreams long gone. Their Christmas is spent alone There's no Silent Night, Nothing is calm, nothing is bright. Just never ending cold and hunger. But you can make a difference, By not walking by.