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A comforter bright
	both yellow and blue
like would belong 
	on a child’s warm bed

a light left on
	to chase away fears
that sleep might be found
	on a warm spring night

sleep though is troubled
	and flees far away
quiet voices disturbing
	growing in the night


people do gather
	and stand far away
fearfully planning
	of what they will do

their workplace is waiting
	they need to go in
but there by the doorway
	he has made his cold bed

no bed for his comfort
	nor pillow for his head
laying on the cement
	seeking his rest

quickly they gather
	and run for the door
do quickly pass by him
	and no one will look


in darkness I watch them
	and wonder if once
when I was then homeless
	how did they see me

and I walk by him
	and go in the door
and in my passing
	I give him a sad smile

now I do wonder
	just where he did go
when on the doorstep
	no room was there for him

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