4.30 am

Here in the dark before the dawn
The streets are filled with those who mourn
Warm softness of a welcome bed
A cosy place to lay our heads
We beggars all who silent pray
Hoping life will turn our way

The birds which after light will hide
Now cocophanous do cry
With their song I too will weep
For now is surely time to sleep
Not time to wend my lonely way
From empty bed to empty day.


Author: agw

Amateur poet and writer who aspires to write more... https://www.instagram.com/learningtolovethesilence/

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