By VIEW editor Brian Pelan
The poem below was written by me in memory of someone I once knew who was homeless for a period in his life and who has since died. I would like to dedicate it to all those who are homeless. We all deserve to have our own front door key.
I spotted it by chance or was I looking for it?
A cigarette butt protruding from a wall.
Did you leave it there?
Perhaps planning to retrieve it some day.
You listened to the ebb and flow of chatter from your vantage point at a shopping centre.
A smile played around your lips but the eyes told a different story.
Memories of better days must have been a source of constant torment and delight.
Marriage, love, building with your strong hands, children and hope.
Once you confided in me about a memory.
You were a child sitting tightly on the handlebars of my brother’s bike.
Careering down a hill with wide-eyed delight into an uncertain future.
The hours of wandering aimlessly lay far ahead.