by Bill Yuska

Created on: December 23, 2011

           Homeless New Year

This New Year bell will ring a hollow sound,
As too many lost things are still not found.
All the Christmas merry and mellow thought,
Is breaking up and drifting past to nought.

Hope begins melting as the snow fades away,
Leaving reality by itself all alone to play.
Forever gone is the place once called home,
Now falling to the end place of the last roam.

Just looking for a warm, clean place,
A rejuvenating shower and shaven face.
Friends are seen falling further behind,
And money is increasingly harder to find.

The horizon grows darker with little light,
But landing a job can begin the good fight,
Where pre-set determination just just might,
Start to turn these dawns a little more bright.

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