Today’s poem follows in a similar vein to Wednesday’s piece. In London there are homeless people who are able to try and make money by purchasing one particular news magazine and selling it for a profit. This is approved by the company and is in fact their way of doing business. The magazine is called The Big Issue.
On Friday I met one of these vendors and began talking to her, so this poem is dedicated to that lady.
WHAT’S THE BIG ISSUE?
She’s got her own two legs, she says.
Tottenham to Liverpool Street
She walks, but don’t get her wrong, hey,
She’d never ask, but she’d accept
A lift in any direction.
As she studied, time silent crept,
Now she seeks the next road to take,
And he’s trusting that she means well,
As he lifts her toward her stake.