The sky was <br />purple blue <br />the city <br />restless with <br />people <br />rushing home <br />from work completed <br />for another day. <br />The homeless begged <br />for cents <br />but nobody gave <br />and nobody cared <br />the winter air <br />was warmer <br />than most of those <br />who kept walking <br />without a thought <br />of turning back<br /><br />Charles Lara<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/already-stone/
