Cold rain
Driving down the homeless man
Doing his best to live as he can
The world shattering all of his plans
Cold shoulder
And hostile stare
Coming from those
Who don’t want him there
Cold heart in the night
A policeman’s flashlight
and on the cold morn
Wishing sometimes to never been born
Cold numbers
Do the counting on the counting day
Give the impression we can stop this someday
But just to know the need hasn’t assured we’ll succeed.
Cold here outside
On the day he died
Maybe it was different
If someone really tried
Existence is a struggle
the fortitude which humans must muster
to get out of trouble
proves a warm heart has a lustre
Overcoming cold rain
cold shoulders
cold nights
cold numbers
the cold outside
the blizzard of life
Fortitude and kindness
dumb luck illumine
the world’s blindness
to suffering or need
world driven by greed
Homeless carry on
from dusk until dawn
refusing to behave
as only a pawn
refusing to give in
to bureaucrats’ sin
of following rules
set down by fools
who don’t have to sleep
in the street again
Cold rain
Cold shoulder
Cold heart in the night
Cold numbers
Cold here outside
Struggle for lustre
Fortitude and kindness
Homeless carry on
in the street
then it’s dawn,
night’s behind us
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