The Cold Night Air
I walk along the road,
Trying to find a place to sleep.
Its getting pretty cold,
And I'm tired and sore.
My last meal was days ago,
Not really sure when I'll eat again.
I walk further down to a diner,
The cook gives me leftovers,
I eat eagerly and feel my strength anew.
I walk down to an overpass,
This stop will be my last for the night.
I got to sleep in the cold night air,
Protecting me is God and a prayer.
This poem is about:
My community