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EDGES MAGAZINE Issue 23 |
October 2000 |
"SHIVERING she said.
When we see someone sitting there, down
on the ground, head bowed, mittens, a blanket wrapped round. Chance is,
we hasten our steps and pass by not my affair - yet, we ask
ourselves why?.
Row with their parents? So, walked out the
door? Pressure from peer groups? Or, maybe much more. Shameful
behaviour? Drugs? Weighed down with worry? They may want to go home, but
just cant say Im sorry.
Alright! Maybe a fraud;
own fault they are there, no home, unwashed, and all straggly their
hair. And if I do help them, I feel Ive been done, yet each of
them, somebodys daughter or son.
Theres so many fellers,
that its just not on! (My excuse is, I cant help every one).
But when its a lassie, that bangs at my head. I just cant
pass her by, despite all that is said.
Shes perhaps twenty or so;
its a real freezing day. Her cigs close at hand ( to keep some cold
away). I asked her: What on earth are you doing there?.
Shivering, she said, and then just thank you, sir.
Its so like repeating: No room at the Inn. So,
whats the solution? (Cant even begin). Whatever their
reason, I admit I dont know; still, we have no excuse for treating
them so.
- Winter 1997. Rev John McNamara. Bolton |
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