I met an old man today
He looked just like me dad
His beard was tatty
And his clothes were torn
But he wore a smile
Despite his life style
I met an old man today
He looked jus like me dad
He sang a song and played guitar
In old St Werburgh’s square
I met an old man today
He looked just like me dad
He sang a song
That filled my heart with joy
And made me cry
I met an old man today
He looked just like me dad.
By Kelly h.
On 23rd of April Risen members all went off to Birkenhead to a recovery, homelessness and mental illness event with Crass Routes. When we arrived we were straight down to business helping make a giant sleeping bag, everyone sowed a little bit of themselves in to the sleeping bag. We took it out on to the green at Hamilton Square and climbed in, great fun. The whole day was great we performed in St. Werburgh’s square the day was full of music, dance and connecting with wonderful people…
Whilst there I meet an old man named Chris he was a homeless drinker but a very talented man he looked just like my dad who I only ever met once in my life his life was sadly taken in 2004 he to was a homeless man. Chris sang and played guitar, he blew me away when he sang and made me cry it was a happy moment. Though it made me grateful for all the things I have in my life. I am blessed to have met this man Chris, the poem above is a response to meeting him.
He looked just like me dad
His beard was tatty
And his clothes were torn
But he wore a smile
Despite his life style
I met an old man today
He looked jus like me dad
He sang a song and played guitar
In old St Werburgh’s square
I met an old man today
He looked just like me dad
He sang a song
That filled my heart with joy
And made me cry
I met an old man today
He looked just like me dad.
By Kelly h.
On 23rd of April Risen members all went off to Birkenhead to a recovery, homelessness and mental illness event with Crass Routes. When we arrived we were straight down to business helping make a giant sleeping bag, everyone sowed a little bit of themselves in to the sleeping bag. We took it out on to the green at Hamilton Square and climbed in, great fun. The whole day was great we performed in St. Werburgh’s square the day was full of music, dance and connecting with wonderful people…
Whilst there I meet an old man named Chris he was a homeless drinker but a very talented man he looked just like my dad who I only ever met once in my life his life was sadly taken in 2004 he to was a homeless man. Chris sang and played guitar, he blew me away when he sang and made me cry it was a happy moment. Though it made me grateful for all the things I have in my life. I am blessed to have met this man Chris, the poem above is a response to meeting him.