Down A Lonely Street Poem by Thomas Noel Smith
Down A Lonely Street
Somewhere in the shadows
There’s a bed
That waits for me
At the end of a lonely street
A small dark room
Waits for me
Somewhere in me
There’s a man
Who fears the darkening shadows
And sees nightmare figures
Lurking around each corner
But I know there’s a room
That waits for me
Where I’ll find a bed
Where I’ll find rest
And peace
At the end of a lonely street
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