Let in the cold

A Poem by Jon Roggie

Little reminder

Backpack for a pillow.

Shirt for a blanket.

Keys for work.

Waiting for the time to go inside.

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I share something in common with you it seems.

Things happen.

Just to move beyond the awkward question, I have lived on the streets. I still had the keys for my job.

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Added on November 7, 2018
Last Updated on November 7, 2018

I tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..

Been a stretch