Touching Distance

Another passerby says ‘got no change’
Truth or lie, it’s all the same
Hug your dog against the cold and damp)
If spring comes soon maybe you’ve got a chance

In the doorway of this bright lit store.
Sleeping bag on a cardboard floor
In the window a king size bed
Touching distance to where you lay your head

Touching distance to where you were
Touching distance
Now so far away

Left home young or got thrown out
Husband walked or work ran out
Landlord shrugged ‘Pay up or move’
What the hell you ever gonna do?

Foreign wars in which you fought
Cans or needles block out those thoughts
We all get poppies on Remembrance Day
But now all you hear is
‘Get a job’ Get out my way!