Cold Street and a Wet Blanket

The dark streets lay cold with a blanket of water…

somewhere from here is where we all began…

destined to be something great, yet never follow though…

Someone hurting right there…. someone like you…

A smile, a wink, a hug or just a buck or two…

This is where we began, and this is where we end…

the mean time is where we reside… but only a brief moment in time…

Sun will rise and fall, and tides will come and go…

But unless you stick you neck out… he’ll never know…

a blanket on his back, backpack packed, he ready to go…

but on this cold dead end street, he has no home…

so in the mean time, give him time, just a second or two…

you might find, he ‘s a lot like you…

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