No House, No Money Poem by Daryl Cecile

Down the street on a cold, windy night.
So creepy, so silent so dark with no light.
Lonely and scared withought a friend.
The night so long, no money to rent.

Through the garden, around the pub.
No house, no money, not enough for a tub.
As mendicants lay behind the barrel.
so far yet so close, you hear Christmas carols.

One pizza slice, so much hotter.
People laying down in the gutter.
It's so silent, it so dark.
There is no dog around to bite or bark.