A hard night,
a cold day,
a severe frost on the ground,
and nearby, an empty bottle of rum thrown away,
as a homeless man sleeps on a bench,
whilst another sits nearby on the next,
looking rough and unshaven,
and smoking away,
smoking away like a chimney,
in the early morning light,
in the cold cold day,
yes, it has been a hard night,
and the cold,
has given the bones a terrible fright,
and the chill, it will linger long into the day,
long into the day,
and as one homeless man sleeps,
there is great sadness in the other homeless man’s eyes,
as the smoke from his cigarette, it rises high,
high into the air,
and the lit cigarette is the only heat there is,
and how cold it is in winter,
when you have no place to stay,
and the only escape is a bottle of alcohol.
What an awful place it is to be thinks the man,
as he looks at the empty bottle of alcohol,
and already rues the day,
already rues the day.
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