*There's a homeless man,
Just by the first escalators
Down on the way to the metro.
I don't think I've seen
Just such a light in men's eyes
As when I told him "Good night!"
Like the light of a lover
Just before a kiss, huddled
In mock cold, hold her tight-
He is wrapped by a glove
Of lone nights, averted stares
As cold as dark as reality's plight.*
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 6:03 PM UTC
*There's a homeless man,
Just by the first escalators
Down on the way to the metro.
I don't think I've seen
Just such a light in men's eyes
As when I told him "Good night!"
Like the light of a lover
Just before a kiss, huddled
In mock cold, hold her tight-
He is wrapped by a glove
Of lone nights, averted stares
As cold as dark as reality's plight.*
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