I am still Human

Walking around Dublin city trying to find a place not gritty …

A bag so wet it hurts my breath, fingers and toes all curled up – please someone put money in this cup.

Sitting at the GPO an yet still nowhere to go. You see the man on the corner, all he wants for Christmas is to be warmer.

A blanket jacket or socks these things I have not … U see I once had a wife, a home, a job and even a phone.

As I sit and watch people pass, u would think time would go fast.

As the cold creeps in and my body starts to shake, somebody please help me for goodness sake.

I’m old an I’m cold, would Santa believe me if I told him I was never bold.

When you pass me by do you think why or am I just the same as that other guy … so you think in all this I would drink and sink.

But God is beside me not behind me. As I set up my bed made out of cardboard on top of a large board.

I lay on my back, still shivering at that. Losing my last breath – I know I’m facing death …

Will anyone even notice me or will they just say, aw let him be?

By Lorraine Kelly

Dublin, Ireland