Cold Contrast
At cross, Queen-Bay
I stopped for long wait
Looked at him lying down
Used sewage steam to warm up
T-shirt, short sleeves, had goose up
His hair was unwashed and entangled
Sure is cold as are hearts in these days
Looked around at wealthy of the Bay
Felt ashamed…
That was all I could do…
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