Invisible People


The invisible people we pass each day;

Like ghost like figures they fade away.

On cold winter nights, in the streets they sleep;

In a circle of misery a fire they keep.

With stomachs of hunger and pain they bear;

From haunted eyes they weep and stare.

Their faces and bodies gaunt and worn,

Till one summer night from the world they are gone.

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