One scene as I watch the raging snowstorm –
A man walks through an endless sheet of white misery.
Thin sweater, worn shoes, empty pockets.
Tears of tragedy cling to his cheeks
As he searches for a hot meal, a warm bed, a kind heart.
I sip my cocoa.
One scene as I watch the raging snowstorm –
A man walks through an endless sheet of white misery.
Thin sweater, worn shoes, empty pockets.
Tears of tragedy cling to his cheeks
As he searches for a hot meal, a warm bed, a kind heart.
I sip my cocoa.
Posted by L.K. McIntosh at Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Labels: Poetry
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