Transient Tales

Look out the window,
What do you see?
An old tramp in the street,
Going for a pee!
Finished, he shakes,
And puts it away!
Picks up his bags,
And is off on his way!

Where is he going?
In this vast London Town.
Dressed in his pyjama trousers,
And dressing gown.
What will become him,
Late at night, under a bridge?
Will he die quietly one night
Locked in a fridge?