9: 50 A.M. Pennsylvania Avenue
A lone vagrant sits
In the December morning chill
Flanked by empty chairs
Positioned for cozy conversation.
This empty lot, his room,
With steel drum heat.
He glances anxiously as he
Sips from a steaming paper cup,
Awaiting the family.
Written December 15,1988
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This is sad, Dorothy. Nobody should have to be alone, or homeless. You tell of a lonely man, who has a lot for a family room (sitting room, living room) , and waits for his family to come. This is heartbreaking, and those of us who had and have a family room, with a family, inside of a warm house, need to pray that people like this lonely, homeless man, can find shelter from the cruel elements of mother nature. Thank you for sharing. Love & hugs, Barbara