OUTCAST


Tonight the skies are gray
The snow has fallen
There is a chill in the air
Streets white and cold

Still you sit on the bench
Not knowing tomorrow
Trying to forget yesterday
Today just another

Where have you been
Who are you
Time has not been your friend
But you are used to being alone

You get up from your place
Time to walk the night
You will sleep when the sun rises
Under a tree or behind a bush

Some will see you and hide
Others just shake their heads
Outcast
Where did you come from


Michael V Hechtman