It is night -- Warm fires glow within, But out in the pouring rain I hear the dragging of feet; Feet tingling with cold and pain, Tramping an unfriendly street. It is late -- Still they walk and they dream, With never a place to go, Never a friend they can greet. Bitter they feel toward life, I know Tramping an unfriendly street. It is sad -- That in a world like this, Such harrowing things can be, Perhaps to them life once was sweet. It hurts my soul, lone men to see, Tramping an unfriendly street. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ITALIAN PICTURES: THE COSTA SAN GIORGIO by MINA LOY EPIGRAM: PERJURY by ROBERT NUGENT THE DESTRUCTION OF JERUSALEM BY THE BABYLONIAN HORDES by ISAAC ROSENBERG MOLLY PITCHER [JUNE 28, 1778] by KATE BROWNLEE SHERWOOD |