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From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

By Edgar Allan Poe

On The Streets

When you are down and out,
And there is no-one about,
On the streets, you may be,
For everyone to see.

Out their all alone,
Without a family or a home,
Do people really care?
As they always stop and stare,
Thankful it’s not them out there.

There you are as I look from afar,
Dirty, hungry and all alone,
Wishing you could go home,
But on the street is where you sit,
With your little bag of tricks.

When you are all alone,
Without a bed or a home,
Begging on the streets,
Is where you will sit?
Hoping to get some tips.

With no smile upon your face,
Because there is no more space,
To place your head upon a bed,
On the street is where you must go,
And in the doorway, you must lay.

The echoes of your cries,
Carries on through the night air.
You can hear it everywhere,
The hunger you must feel,
Has become a big deal,
So now you have to steal.

Nobody has ever chosen,
To be like one of those.
I think you ought,
To give a thought,
For all of the those,
Who does not have a home?

Nothing does prepare,
When your life is in despair,
It is a time to forgive,
With some self-sacrificing,
So that they can start to live.

Have a great day!