I spent the morning getting ready
tying my shoes and washing my face
by lunch I’m so full of my self
that the afternoon is spent running errands
finding a mate, raising kids, fixing this, buying that,
most of it wasted procrastifrigginating
and just before it’s too late
I get down to why I’m here
at dinner I sit with everyone
who woke me
who worked me
who let me be
and listen carefully finally
dusk is my time to tell
and I’ll sing and dance the sun to rest
by nightfall you’ll find me a holy nuisance
tormenting the proud and polite with mercy
ringing up debts that only one could pay
until I fall asleep alone in his arms.
2 comments:
Love it!
Thanks Alleycat
Allan
Amazing poem!
I took the liberty of grafting it into a blog entry if my own and only after posting it did I think to ask for your permission.
Can I have your permission? Currently it's on display as today's entry on www.homelessguide.com and I can pull before the mighty host of readers, all 4 of them, get a chance to see it.
Hope this note finds you well. If your writing were the measure you are doing real well! J
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