The Midnight Man

They call me the Midnight Man

For I never sleep;

I walk as far as I can

‘Til Life bids me weep.


As I stride toward shadow

All their voices sound:

“There! Look at the sad man go

With no friends around.”


The hands of Night are quite cold

Yet embrace me still

‘Cause my journey is so old–

For All I take chill.


I walk for the lonely souls,

I slog for the sad;

I explore misery’s holes

As Midnight nomad.


And when dawn rears her first hues,

Flushing the world pink,

My eyes close–Midnight won’t lose!–

And in final sleep sink.


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