On the Scrapheap

On the Scrapheap

Shaye Parfitt, Year 9

On the Scrapheap

In our Year 9 English class we had to use an object to help us to write a piece of descriptive writing about a homeless person on the street, and I decided to chose a piece of old scrap metal.

 

Hidden in the shadow of a door is where he lurks and like a ghost no one sees him. For him there would be no difference if he was dropped in the middle of the ocean, at least there the fish would take notice. He is like a rusty piece of metal – battered, worn and forgotten. Tossed aside like a piece of scrap like it’s worthless and no longer has any use.

Once he may have had a function just like this metal before. Once someone cared and looked after him, but now he lays shadowed by a world where he once aspired to become something great. Yet, maybe his time will come. Maybe he will show the world he means something, that he can do more than be another grain of sand on a beach, corroded and smashed by a sea of doubts, difficulties and disaster that cause him to rust away, to fade in to a point of no return to a place few have ventured and fewer have returned from. But just maybe he can get noticed and play out a truly honourable story to show the world homeless people matter. Perhaps David will once again take on Goliath and will once again triumph and calm his spot in society.

For there is a place where he can lay, not in the shadows, but in the light. A place where he can do the things people in his position only dream of, like work, earn money, have warm clothes, a bed, a roof over his head maybe even a wife and a family.

Now to you and me this may sound like something that’s never going to happen, but you never know – you may end up like this laying before me – rusty and forgotten, forever searching to find a purpose, hoping that someone will see you, help you, not just walk on by.

By Shaye Parfitt