Like a wet, wounded animal he stood
Under the street lamp, shivering cold
Looking for a shelter that foggy night
Doors closed, no place was in sight
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How ever or whatever the shown must go on true creation
How ever hard life may be at times, we shouldn't give up! Hold on to hope that a new morrow would dawn! This must be our inspiration! A poem with a surge of positive energy! Great write!