32, A HOME FOR ALL
It’s been a long day and now time for bed .A place to rest my weary head .As I go through all that I have done, a lot of work and a trickle of fun.
I often think what goes on in someone else’s head.Inside their mind what could one find?Have they been fed and have a bed,a roof over their head or do they sleep in a rusty old shed?
Life is not equal for one and all, no way, not at all.Some may say life is sweet,not the case for those living on the street.
Living rough in a park is not fun after dark.Sleeping under a bridge or in a doorway no electric banket to keep them warm,in the midst of a winter storm.
So please give a thought for all others, after all they are our sisters and brothers. Australia the lucky country, some may say The homeless may ask, is this really the Australian way?Especially after all the taxes we pay.
It’s been a long day and now time for bed .A place to rest my weary head .As I go through all that I have done, a lot of work and a trickle of fun.
I often think what goes on in someone else’s head.Inside their mind what could one find?Have they been fed and have a bed,a roof over their head or do they sleep in a rusty old shed?
Life is not equal for one and all, no way, not at all.Some may say life is sweet,not the case for those living on the street.
Living rough in a park is not fun after dark.Sleeping under a bridge or in a doorway no electric banket to keep them warm,in the midst of a winter storm.
So please give a thought for all others, after all they are our sisters and brothers. Australia the lucky country, some may say The homeless may ask, is this really the Australian way?Especially after all the taxes we pay.