Today I saw a homeless man, a young man, who has once again found himself on the streets. In and out of homes, he has decided to try and do something to change his fate and create his own destiny, he started writing poems.

His poems are tales of the life he sees from the small part of the world he occupies, the street corner. He sees the world from a different point of view to the majority of us, quite literally from the ground looking up. His poems are raw, they are different.

A passerby stopped to give the young lad a book to write his poems in, a journal to inspire him to achieve more. Who knows, one day he might be a best seller, keep an eye out for Beny Boy, the homeless poet.