Homeless

My skin withers
My legs grow colder
And I sing for joy

The night slowly darkens
I sit in the pavement
As I watch the road

Moving cars in fast lanes
Kids watching my suitcase
My home is gone

And when the wind blows
I shudder and feel old
Drunk my sorrows, no regrets

Tonight this world closes itself
Like each night on the pavement
The morning light will come
And I’ll not be dead

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