The snows deep, the weight of it
upon their living quarters bared
down on them.
Stomachs empty except for pain.
Minds wonder of brighter days
that now are lost with time that haspassed.
Family and friends lost who still care,
wants peace for them, cares where they may be.
Within the hearts of dreams and love
that may someday return them to life needed to
give back the days time has taken away.
With the Holes in wardrobe,
under the stars and sky,
sharing time that has past
remembering a life left behind.
Who will know and remember and share
their homeless life in time?
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