A Clapton Tale : by Paul Roberts

there was a little bar in clapton where the parrot flew free

and you could go to any toilet when you needed a wee

where the police were still happy that we took coke off the bar

because they were so scared we might be murdered in our cars

frequented by nutters all afternoon and night

some really clever and some that wern’t that bright

a murder of faces that made a weird scene

jokes galore and many were obscene

it was the nearest to family I’d had for ages

and that’s where I chose to spend my wages

knowing that they would let me sleep

when I had surpassed my peak

and once or twice they carried me home

lest I wake up in the bar alone
Paul Roberts


The First Day : by Paul Roberts

one eye open…..THE FIRST DAY

I was tired I was weary

and a little bit teary

the first time they locked the door

in the night in the middle

when I woke for a piddle

and saw the shadow across the floor

of the window bars

and the years of scars

of those that had been in the wars

karma spent and wrought

the demons I had sought

my fault for breaking the laws

some time to mellow

and become a good fellow

a window instead of a door

an adventure ahead

where I couldn’t be lead

and my heart began to soar

When the street blesses you. By Paul Roberts


No idea how I got here and how I came to be
but on days like this when the sun shines through the trees
And when i remember stealing a jacket from another homeless guy
and a stranger pushing small change into my hands
and a lover that I never want to meet
but now we all got older life is testing too
and then I met my wife turned into my life
and quiet now because when life blesses you
there is no time for bragging

Paul Roberts