SIX O’CLOCK
As the founder & ‘Public Officer’ of a Sydney charity feeding homeless & marginalised people, I have many duties. One of those duties is collecting money on the street with a stand, A-Frame & bucket. To pass the time, I like to observe people & write about some of the more interesting.
Six times the hammer strikes church bell,
And those who live in fear of hell,
Rush to church to pray and tell,
And trust the Lord to fare them well.
It’s six o’clock, and darkness falls,
Red eyed guards walk shopping malls,
Young vandals roam past shops and stalls,
They strike & run, so duty calls.
Two lovers meet at six, as planned,
With beaming smile, he takes her hand,
I feel their love from where I stand,
Worth more than gem or krugerand.
It’s time to put the stand away,
To finish up this fruitful day,
Time to leave my working life,
And go home to my lovely wife,
All day long I’ve missed her smile,
But I will kiss her in short while,
She will hug me as we meet,
And help me to forget the street.