TO LEEDS BIG ISSUE SELLERS by Barry Tebb
When I come from the Smoke to visit my son on the ward
I see you everywhere: by the station, by the neon sign of â€˜Squaresâ€™
By every shopping mall. Leeds seems to have more of you than anywhere:
How do you stand there for so many hours in freezing winds
When most you solicit hurry by, saying to themselves, as do I,
â€˜Charity begins at homeâ€™ when you so often have no home?
I tend to give my change to the desperate, silent huddled in blankets
When all the warnings say I shouldnâ€™t but whoâ€™s to judge
The deserving from the addicted?
Who but God can justly judge
My feeling is we all must learn to give.