STRANGERS


Winter leaves cover the grass
The park empty as the sun sets
The children have left
No more games for the day

The streets begin to fill
With the people of the night
Looking for a place to call home Under trees they huddle from the cold

Some are forgotten, lost to unseeing eyes
Others hiding from demons of their minds
They share the cold of the night
In the light of day they can not be seen

Where they go is a mystery to most
But open your eyes
Open you heart
You will see and act with kindness, so it is hoped

Michael V Hechtman Copyright � 2000