Poetry

Spiritwind Wood


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24 may 2012

Alone

Down on his luck and no money
losing his wife and family
he walks these streets alone
trying to make it here on his own
with no one to lend a hand

A cardboard box now his home
struggling just to go on
he prays and tries to understand
while all of his dreams are gone

He wakes to the morning dawn
and by a fire burning in a garbage can
he tries to keep himself warm
as the long cold winter lingers on

Saying my life use to mean more
before the world turned me away
and closed it's door
I had it all til it came undone
now I'm a broken man
alone in this world today
        Spiritwind-2012






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