Nowhere For You To Sleep

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    I wrote this one a long time ago. I think I was having a Dyaln Thomas moment with this one.

    Nowhere For You To Sleep

     Nowhere for you to sleep, but on the street.
    Go old man, go sleep on that cold steel grate.
    Beware! Beware! rats may gnaw at your feet.
    Don't give up the fight, Don't die in defeat,
    don't let your soul be consumed by your hate.
    Nowhere for you to sleep, but on the street.
    Sleep lightly old veteran of the street.
    The vermin of the night could seal your fate.
    Beware! Beware! rats may gnaw at your feet.
    Fight back, the street is no place for the meek.
    Regain your pride and your place in the state.
    Nowhere for you to sleep, but on the street.
    Don't walk in circles with sores on your feet.
    Go back through life's gate before it's too late.
    Beware! Beware! rats may gnaw at your feet.
    This abyss will leave you hollow and beat.
    You must abdicate your place by the grate.
    Nowhere for you to sleep, but on the street.
    Beware! Beware! rats may gnaw at your feet.

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    fred1932 commented on Nowhere For You To Sleep

    08-25-2009

    thats tight i like it . i'm not the rhyming type but at times you have to go down that avenue. you have rhythm. put more into it
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    Beagle commented on Nowhere For You To Sleep

    06-03-2009

    I really like this - you've done it all here - the imagery and the repetition - along with the rhyme scheme - it is just excellent!
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    kinnycut

    06/03/2009

    Thank you for the comment. I wrote this in college. I love writing in different styles and formats. However, anything close to metered verse still poses a challenge I sometimes can't resist.

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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