On city streets
late at night
in the cold winter
I walk
and run
not too numb
to feel
not too blind to see
my dream
like a summer day
long gone now
only cold to crystalize my fate
like frost on the window
icy patterns
trying to get in
reached the limits of my reach
I reach
and pound my fist
against the wall
of humanity
of denial
stretching across the horizon
as far as I can see
I am lost in a desert
only the sun
beating down
reminding me
I am hot, so hot
I'm going to die
on city streets
It won't be easy
remember me
I walk
and run
away
like a summer day
long gone now
as long as you have your integrity your are never really homeless ...
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on February 15, 2004
I can relate, thanks to an ex-wife sleeping in bed with blokes when I came home, I just walked out, lost the lot, homeless two years, at sametime first wife rings, refusing contact with son, but with determination back on feet, still fighting for son, thanks for the memory, it sure builds compassion and character..
Modern labour theories and practice. Covers issues like employment, unemployment, migration, brain drain, entrepreneurship, workaholism, and trade unions.
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