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Since the end of the summer I started taking an interest in the homeless people I see around - I was always too apprehensive to talk to them because you never what to believe in terms of what they say and what people, in general, say about the homeless. I started talking to a few to find out more about them and I'm left with a mix of feelings - mainly anger and frustration that I can't do as much as I would like and that I don't completely understand enough about the many complexities of the homeless problem. We can all choose to look at our own towns as superficially or as deeply as we like - I can't suggest to anyone what they should think or do - it's for all of us to choose and I think it's a difficult problem to comes to terms with.
Walking around my town recently one snowy night I stopped by our war memorial and thought how lucky I am to live in a quiet town in a peaceful democratic society - I saw cars driving around as it snowed and wondered where people were going at that late time of night while others were sound asleep - oblivious to the beautiful snow falling.
A day or so later I stopped to talk to a homeless guy, Chris, who, I was told by staff at the local supermarket, had been begging outside for the last 3 days - it was the first time I'd seen him or anyone begging in my town - the staff seemed uncomfortable with him being outside. He had the look of Vincent van Gogh - a beard and lines etched deep in his face around his eyes from so much time outside in the summer I imagine. I stopped to talk to him and sat with him for a while watching the snow fall - he explained a bit about his situation - I found it all quite understandable... It's clear he has some mental health problems (like Vincent I thought) but among the many things he said one stuck in my mind - he said he thought that most people who see someone who is begging or homeless thinks that the only way for them is further down in life - a descent into drink, drugs and crime but he really seemed to want to get back on his feet - he just needed a little help.. sitting with him I just saw people and cars driving past - people don't even like to make eye contact.
I thought about this for days afterwards, made phone calls to check he would be looked for and that someone would check in on him. Anyway... it's an on-going story. My only suggestion to anyone would be to extend your hand and greet them - all you have to do is say "My name is..." - in fact that is how one of my songs originally started - in the end I merged it with the other song I started about my late snowy evening walk.
The monument in my town:-
// Verse 1
The snow is falling along
All the roads in my town
And on the monument
To World War I
It settles on
The shoulders of...
A soldier made of stone
Standing by the side of the road
He’s got a bayonet
No flak, no flares, no fear
The battlefield disappeared
And the night is blue
Some cars are beaming
Their way down the road
Some cars are sleeping (like)
Bears under snow
I see a face that looks familiar
He’s got starry night in his eyes
(and) A beard of whisky and gin
He looks like Vincent in the winter
// repeat verse 1
A soldier with no home
Sitting by the side of the road
He’s got a cigarette
The enemy is within
The enemy is without
When the night is long
// Repeat chorus
We watch the snow fall together
I said, “Chris? Are you ready for this?”
He says the only way is down
The snow is falling on my town