Beneath the glow of neon light,
He walks alone into the night.
A tattered coat, the cold still bites,
The city's hum, his lullaby.
Cardboard beds on frozen stone,
A nameless face, a life unknown.
Each passerby with hurried feet,
Avoids his eyes, avoids the street.
The world moves on, so fast, so blind,
Leaving broken souls behind.
Dreams once bright now fade to gray,
Lost in alleys, cast away.
The wind it howls, the stars don’t speak,
No hand to hold, no voice to seek.
Yet still he hopes, yet still he prays,
For kinder hearts and brighter days.
For every soul left in the cold,
There lies a story, left untold.
A chance, a home, a hand held tight,
Could bring them back into the light.
Marcelle Trinkaus
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