Night after night,
The Streets call out his name.
Night after night,
Everything stays the same.
Go to work.
Wash in the bathroom.
No one needs to know.
No one needs to know
That he wears all his clothes.
That he carries everything he owns.
No one needs to know
That a dugout in the local park
Is his closest thing to home.
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Written February 16th, 2005
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i enjoyed the poem. it talks about hardships worth worrying about.
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