The Night
Changes of many colors,
   where do we go out of the cold,
      out of the street.
They say the Donut Shop is our haven,
   some give,
      some don't.

I usually feel awfully upset, seeing the Pizza Shop across the street,
   it says, "Pizza for Sale,"
      and I gaze at it.

Up the corner lies the Express Store,
   where no one goes,
      but a lot of money.
A cry in the night,    "Please, sir, can I have a smoke?"
      "I don't think I have one."
"Oh, oh, yes I do!" Here, man, here's a smoke."
   In the night of life,
      life can be cold, very cold.

James Hawkins