Looking Through Stained Glass


Man leaning against window

I can not help but notice autumn leaves
Their warming hues belie the much cold night
A winds seep through my patchy thread-bare coat
Just Nature in her way hinting to go

Passing a bakery along the way
My last meal is a distant memory
The fresh bread scents hold me in such a trance
I’m trapped in memories of times long past

Happier days when I had want for naught
The past and the present cruelly collide
As naught seems to be all I’ll ever have
I lean against the pane as the tears fall

While frowning faces hint I should move on
My homelessness a truth denied to know
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