Clad in multiple coats,
Shuffling along the A607
Moving from one work-house to another,
Pushing ancient, squeaky perambulator,
Pssessions secured by fraying binder-twine, Polity asking, Grandma to fill, Chipped, tea-stained billy-can, Face revealing failure, abandonment; Eyes light up showing gratitude when Thich slices of bread and dripping Accompany re-filled billy-can, Returned with a few kind words; Whilst grandma reassures Small, apprehensive children, The unkempt stranger Slips into the mist, Abode for the night unknown.