The Homeless Factory
The Homeless Factory
As I looked out of the bus window
I saw a few gentlemen run to catch the bus.
They descended the front steps of a tall concrete building
Puffs of cold breaths betrayed the sunny day-
They wrapped their designer scarves around their necks.
They snugged up their overcoats as the biting wind blew.
It was the last shopping day before Christmas.
They smiled in that cofident way
The pay cheques in their suit jackets cheered them.
At the bottom of the stairs to the building close to the bus stop-
there lay a man,his head skew-jawed as he had earlier propped himself
against the stair's granite wall;a cardboard box for a chair.
His beggar's cup fell from his frozen hand...
His tattered parka and shaggy toque had frost and ice on them.
He had just passed away to a warmer,more hospitible climate.
"Damn bums! Someone should do something about this." said one of the
business men as he stepped over him not knowing or noticing that he was
here no longer. There were no puffs of st
