Words of Dignity

It was a fine day,
fortunately,
as he rolled up his sleeping bag and stored it,
behind the pillar of the busy bridge that crossed the Thames.

Standing tall and proud,
draped in his rags,
he stepped onto the path.

“A very good morning to you, sir,” he called to the elegant-looking man in his finely-cut twill, striding confidently towards the parliamentary offic…