Lights Flicker

Saw the down side of Chicago. As on a late night, into a bus station, groggy, we hobbled. As faces turned with discern. Then reflecting, times of hard lessons, learned. Then going back, to their search, for a snack. Out of a ragged old knapsack. As sudden sounds of a child's cries.Echos from, through out, the inside. From a family huddled in the corner. Lights flickered but, I could see the clothes they wore, should of been warmer. Shamed At myself, Looked behind. Only to see the signs, of pain and strife. In the eyes, of those who yet arrive. As they shudder from the cold out side... As The door so slowly closes, the cold wind whisks by. In the air. The feelings of heaviness and despair. As once again the lights flicker, and come down so low. Time stops, and forcefully shows. There's no where, to go. Shelters are crammed. It's starting to snow. God Have Mercy... All People, , , Guide Each Soul! ! ! Pray such Sorrow, , , Could one day, be Unknown. And All could have, , , A place called, Home...