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Intrude
Another year
Without the things most hold dear
No AC to cool me down
None of the comforts of town
No switch to turn on a light
During the night
Everywhere is home
To those that roam
No roof over my head
Living off the knowledge you have been feed
Lucky if I find a bed
Under a tree
For all to see
Another statistic walking around
Sleeping on the ground
Never knowing where next I will be bound
I find
That I just don't mind
The way I live
The little I have to give
Share with those that have less
Life is hard I confess
Maybe I'm still a priest at heart
From love I can't part
Lift their sad away
Make their day
Then I'm walking past
Nothing last
Back to Solitude
Didn't mean to intrude
Copyright ©
William P. Harris
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