In My Room
IN MY ROOM
Comfortable in this warm bright room,
But mind always straying through the curtains
To the wet dark streets of
Homeless, rejected and unwanted,
And the cold wind from the east
Cutting into the damp coat and thin shirt,
Of a kid whose father has disappeared,
Or whose mother has sold her wedding ring
Long ago to buy bread or pay rent,
The old guy waiting for a letter from a son
Or a call from the newly wed daughter,
Waiting for pension day at the post office,
Or for the arrival of a long awaited friend
Who has actually just died unknown to him,
As he looks across the street
Straining without proper glasses
To see through my curtains into this room.
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