The Homeless Child
Street lamps still lighted
night has retired and faded
a new day unfolds
heavens rolled darkness
tucked it away for the sun
to give light and shine
in the horizon
a golden beam of sunrise
appears out of mist
in the street corner
a small child still dazed from sleep
awakens and yawns
trembling, feeling cold
he hugs himself to feel warm
morning air brings chill
to his fragile frame
that looks sickly, frail and weak
under the street lamp
for this homeless child
the street corner becomes home
to rest for the night
in a little while
he will move and will scavenge
for his morning meal
from the garbage can
full of piled litters and trash
he gets his morsel
living in the street
has made him vulnerable
life is hard and tough
for a little child
abandoned, uncared, unloved
is there hope to life?
Copyright © Nudershada Cabanes | Year Posted 2014
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