Bordeaux Bay

Bordeaux Bay
Bordeaux Bay by Guernsey-based artist Tony Taylor

Tuesday, 1 November 2016


I rarely visit London or any of Britain's major cities, but when do I notice that the numbers of visibly homeless people seem to be on the increase.
As one who's had the good fortune throughout his life to have enjoyed full-time employment and a safe roof over his head, I find it puzzling that a comparatively wealthy nation such as Great Britain can allow the issue of homelessness to remain unaddressed.


I give her cash, for what it’s worth,
but know that her entreating eyes,
which follow me 

as I retreat,
long for acknowledgement instead.
I dare not, no I dare not,
for if I think of her

as mother’s child
or mother of some hungry child
or someone’s sister, cousin, niece,
then I can
surely not ignore
that she and I 

are not remote from one another, 
but alike: 
one tribe beneath the skin.
I cannot lie, nor can deny
that she, like me, 

deserves to seek,
to find, to dream,

to be unique.

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