Treasure Island

Sacha Hayes O'Grady


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To a Homeless Person

I am a ghost among the crowd
Between the living and the dead,
As a shadow or passing cloud
I drift without a home or bed.

The days are long, the night's are cold,
A cigarette's my only friend,
My face is worn, my marrow's old,
Resigned to wounds time cannot mend.

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