Cold Street Life

Night out there in the cold,
Without a shelter head,
To gather some sleep trying,
While their stomach rumbling.

Rapidly whole body Shivering,
Troubled eyes on edge of closing,
On the torn cold cement floor,
For comfort searching longer far.

To care for them no one,
In life alone left to struggle,
For survival grabbing passerby,
Battling for another end day.

Best meal provided on floor dirty,
Being leftover order of each day,
Many in pain burnt to death,
For help trying to reach.

Wakanya Opondo
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 03/18/2021

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