On The Street
Imagine that you are hungry and cold,
Your head is heavy from your lack of sleep,
You know very well, without being told,
You have a night's weary vigil to keep,
So slowly will the night's numbing hours creep,
You do not possess as much as a tent,
You do not have enough money for rent,
You left home because you had been abused,
You could not endure such awful torment,
Now on the street you are chilled and confused.
Copyright © Beth Evans | Year Posted 2020
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