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.

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