Always a step away from falling
Doubt and shame keep a’ calling.
This cold world shakes his security
With no appreciation for love and purity.
The wealthy man’s mouth overflows with lies,
While the honest man’s nights are filled with cries,
Of a beater car, piled up bills, and a rundown house
Unable to buy his wife nice jewelry or a new blouse.
“Spare some change?” he timidly says.
No one even looks his way.
They go on to their warm homes and cars
Continue to the restaurants and bars.
Food and shelter are not considered vital,
When you are seen as no longer entitled.
A scoff, a glare is what’s reserved
For those who got what they deserved.
But one day a sincere smile catches his eye
As a beautiful woman walks by.
She stops and puts some cash in his can
And kindly holds both of his hands.
He tells her his story as they exchange names.
“You’re so cold out here!” she exclaims.
Then she finds him a warm room nearby
So, for a night, comfortable he shall lie.
In a nice bed with pillows and soft sheets,
This hotel room makes a man feel complete.
Even if only short lived,
It is an immaculate gift.
The clean, warm water engulfs his skin,
Suds remove this world’s filth and sin.
Sun rays break through the curtains
As this man’s plans are uncertain.
He dresses and glances in the mirror,
Rest and cleanness wipes away his fear.
He steps out the door into a new today,
Heads to the library and builds a resume.
A purpose is what he’s searching for,
And a home behind a comforting door.
