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People walk by me, day after day
Scowls on their faces, as they look my way
Night after night, braving the cold
Wondering if I, will ever grow old
Here, on the streets, I am, all alone
But this is the place, I get to call home
Hoping that one day, I may really embrace
Once again feeling human, in this lousy rat race.
©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo via Pixabay CC0
dornahainds said:
Such a beautiful tragedy.
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Too many homeless, not enough shelters…A very sad story 😦
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Erika Kind said:
😢
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Dorinda Duclos said:
😦
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