I walked past you a moment ago

You were dead to this world

And my thoughts were disturbed by your plight

But I walked by

Troubled by my behaviour

As you huddled under a dirt stained duvet

On a cardboard in a doorway

On some street

In London.

And when I walked back

I saw you had woken

Sitting up begging for change

Ah at least you are alive

I thought as I walked, past you again.

I don't do enough except think this isn't right; there are too many homeless on the streets tonight.