A Song For A Sunday.

According to the Irish Govrnment: You are considered homeless if one of the following applies to you:-

There is no accommodation available that you and any other person who normally lives with you, can reasonably stay in.
You are living in a hospital, county home, night shelter or other such institution, and you are living there because you have no suitable accommodation.
You are unable to provide accommodation from your own resources.

In general, you may be considered homeless if you are:-

Sleeping rough.
Staying in an emergency hostel or refuge.
Staying in bed and breakfast or hotel accommodation on a temporary basis.
Staying temporarily with friends or family because you have nowhere else to go.
Squatting (occupying a building illegally)

While our current Taoiseach and Minister for Foreign Affairs, perceive themselves as global statesmen striding the universe, 14,303 individuals accessed emergency accommodation nationally in June 2024 – an increase of 144 (1%) on May 2024.

The Fountain.

Lyrics: American country singer/songwriter Mitch Rossell.
Vocals: Mitch Rossell [Third place finisher in Season 18 of America’s Got Talent.]

Please read the lyrics hereunder.

The Fountain.

My name is James Lee Roberts, and I think I’m 36,
But it’s hard to keep track of the days when you live a life like this.
I look for ways to eat and a place to sleep when it gets dark,
But I spend most of my time on this bench here in the park.
And every day is different, but as long as it don’t rain,
There’s a fountain with an angel where strangers bring their change.
They stand there for a minute, some even close their eyes,
And right off of their fingertips they let their wishes fly.
And I can’t help but think as they sink in the water,
That if you add ’em up it’d get me through at least a little while.
So I wonder how long wishes have to sit there at the bottom,
Before the chance of coming true passes by.
Cars and clothes and money, and houses on a hill,
Faith and love and happiness, and broken hearts to heal.
Every dream is different, but every dreamer is the same,
We’re all in search of something that a little change can bring.
And I can’t help but think as they sink in the water,
That if you add ’em up it’d get me through at least a little while,
So I wonder how long wishes have to sit there at the bottom,
Before the chance of coming true passes by.
And I can’t help but think as they sink in the water,
That if you add ’em up it’d get me through at least a little while.
Oh but if I made a wish to get my life out of rock bottom,
I wouldn’t want somebody taking mine.
My name is James Lee Roberts, and I think I’m 36
But it’s hard to keep track of the days when you live a life like this.

END