It is snowing
Wind is blowing
On sky’s eyelash
Ice is glowing.
Alleys are all dark
The night is stark
Everwhere in towm
Cold has left a mark.
Sky is gray
Dull has been the day
Chill has been running
All along the way.
He carries a sack
Also a backpack
Thus he is hauling
His life on his back.
Their house is cozy
Their cheeks are rosy
Their kids are happy
Dogs are drowsy.
Hidden are stars
Speed by me cars
Fog of my breath
My whole vision bars.
After it was dark
Dogs start to bark
My house and my bed
Was a bench in park.
Then, the autumn came
Changed rules of the game
Sleeping in park
So ardous became.
Nights grew longer
Winds stronger
Pain of homelessness
Deeper and younger.
***
He walks all alone
To somewhere unknown
To a different zone
Nowhere he could phone.
They hurl at me curse
For my pain’s no nurse
No one will bother
My heart impress.
They call me a bum
Drunk by white rhum
And because of that
I have become numb.
He looks at windows
Where the light glows
Where people smile
Normal life flows.
They want me no more
They don’t see my sore
As I pass by them
They close the door.
To himself whispers
Sometimes he murmurs
No ear is with him
With himself confers.