It's always sad to see

The other day as I was walking down Oxford Street I saw a kid of about 16 or 17 sitting outside Hungry Jacks.

You could just tell by the fact that he had a wheely bag with him and his relatively fresh clothes he was most likely a runaway from somewhere.

He was still clean and tidy by the look of him he was new.

I have seen kids like him 100 times over the years and I always just want to go up to them and tell them to go home, because in six months time I will probably see him around again.

But this time he will most likely be begging and hanging with the other street kids in the area.

It's a sad cycle and in the most part I am powerless to stop it.