Your door

It died

The weed

Beneath

My shoe

It pierced

the hole

The rain

Bore

Through

Before

I choose

The door

To lie

My hunger

Feed

my mind

To cry

Remembering

The days

I forget

Before the

Street

Became

My home.

Where

Your door

Closes

My room

Lies

Bare

Waiting

The tears

Never

Cried

For

Another

Homeless

Dad

Who

Died

Frankie mcgivney 10 sept 2019

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