Last Chance Hotel

by Ronald Edwards   Aug 29, 2010


Sleeping in my car
temperatures so cold.
No money in my pockets,
everything was sold.

Nowhere left to rest my head,
doors once open now are shut.
Under a bridge, out in the woods
or make a cardboard hut.

The cold cruel world
is all thats left,
averted eyes
dont look at me.

They just walk by
turning their heads,
pretending
not to see.

Street life is unforgiving,
hard gutters will demean.
Memories dont help here,
or places where Ive been.

Thank God for those two fellows,
Bill W. and Doctor Bob.
Cause it was in their actions,
that I no longer have to sob.

The rooms where soon provided
for people living in this hell.
The price to enter everything,
at the last chance hotel.

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  • 14 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Life can be cold & cruel and it takes a kind hearted person to open their door to help another soul..take care.

  • 14 years ago

    by Ronald Edwards

    Hey Jeff and Sun Shine, yeah this is a true life story of me ...... when I drink I suffer, Jeff I think since you are a friend of Bill W. you understand. Thank God I haven't had to suffer for some many years now. Thanks guys for reading and commenting

  • 14 years ago

    by Sunshine

    Wow..what was his exactly about..i did understand it completely what i mean.if its true..

    i thing ur wording was perfect..i havent felt one word forced..and actually was pretty sad.

    They just walk by
    turning their heads,
    pretending
    not to see.
    >>> this would be pretty common u knw..its what most ppl would do as long as u need them..well done..nicely said

    Street life is unforgiving,
    >>definitely ..i so looove the
    expression...

    Memories dont help here,
    or places where Ive been.
    >>never..how logical and wise..
    U keep on impressing me...is there
    anything that you dont knw how to write !

    well im glad
    :)
    5/5
    I loved this one as well