The turning streets
Uneven gutters
Falling rain
Shops eyes shuttered
Sunday still
In working clothes
The growling skies
A bitter cloak.
Homeless shadows
Hopeless ways
Winters approach
In dismal days
A different town
Strangers glare the same
The ragged man
In lifes brutal phase.
A birthday remembered
From a distant place
No candles flame
No happy face
Each step heavier
As he walks on
No good samaritan
No warming sun.