A Dry Riverside

Cherished by many desperate with no joy Within the heartbeat of exclamatory rough homeboy Finds peace too merry and blue sky solitary Walking on all four and not seen as he tarry Clothes wet with sweat and thwacked toes overlaid Feels beaten, tired, sleepy, baked and guilty afraid None by to elevate him hence And missing a lot to commence Only alive for a borrowed time Regrets poverty a giant crime Fights the inner frustrations she intends at ease Marries a toothy refuge and breaks it to meeting this peace At a waterless shore he withholds the power he sought In friendless state, pale, unwise, and dug minds wrought And no more feels seated on or carried like garbage and thrown away Always find choice in what you love and not be met halfway Trace brightly your footsteps if you can But run away from them and accomplish a life span