In Between The Night And Day

In Between The Night And Day

By Paul McCann

In between the night and day , homeless people find their way

To the places where they’re laid where the angels fear to tread .

Jesus wept , they’re on their own , trying to find their way home .   

Begging for something to eat , as they pass by on the street .

Seeking shelter from the wind , eating from a  rubbish bin .  

Something are better forgot , sleeping in a parking lot

Waking up once more again , with that same old hunger pain

Your skin and bones are shaking and both your feet are aching

Walking all around the town  until the cold night falls down .

,Trying to keep out of sight , in some waiting room at night ,   

As your fingers all go numb waiting for the morning sun .

Then it warms up at long last and the dark night has gone past

 No excuse for bad Hygiene,  there’s lot of  ways to keep clean ,

Shaving with a rusty blade , keeps your beard from being made  

Showering with a fire hydrant what more can anyone want .

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