Poetry

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THE COLD NIGHT CRY
BY Nancy E Rader
“Give me a home,” cry the poor on the street. It’s so lonely and cold,
And there’s nothing to eat! This cardboard box, is my only retreat
From the bitter cold wind, and the ice and the sleet.
You, you who sit in your warm houses of light, do you know
What it is to be lost in the cold dark night, with no warm
Food to eat and no blankets to warm your sleep?
Have you ever walked all night to ease the pain of the bitter frost bite?
You have warm clothes and a heavy warm coat, with hats on you heads,
And scarves round your throat. Why, there’s even socks and boots
On your feet, to keep them from feeling the icy cold street.
Oh, Oh, How we long for a friendly warm smile, and a voice saying:
“Friend, come, sit with me for awhile. Here’s a warm blanket to keep
Out the cold, and a big pot of stew to eat, while the fireplace warms your
Frost bitten feet. Then when you are warm and full to the brim, there’s
A warm soft bed for you to rest in.”
Yes, my CRY RINGS out into the cold dark night, but there is NO ONE to
Hear my CRY and my FRIGHT! For your all warm and comfy with plenty
Of food to eat. Locked behind heavy sound proof door,
That holds in your heat!

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