Another Look At Christmas- Constanza
The city sounds wash over me
This place in which I have no part
Harsh music to my lonely heart
Each face I really do not see
On crowded streets they pass me by
No notice of the tears I cry
My painful past I've tried to flee
For many years I tried in vain
To wash away this deep set pain
In life there is no guarantee
Life is not a nursery rhyme
I thought my wounds would heal in time
Wondering now that I should be
Huddled here in my sad disgrace
They look away, not at my face
Living a life of such misery
I never thought to end this way
Alone and cold on Christmas Day..
The city sounds wash over me
Each face I really do not see
My painful past I've tried to flee
In life there is no guarantee
Wondering now that I should be
Living a life of such misery
12/21/13
Written after watching a homeless man huddled in a doorway near a shopping mall
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