God Is a Homeless Man
That wonders day to day
Down many of life's avenue
Long, narrow, wide, straight
In tatters, rags & old shoes
Looking, searching for a bed
Or a dime, penny to get bye
And a place to call his own
& lay his weary body down
Where he decides & ends up
So when you see god
Just don't pass him bye
Snickering to yourself
Start a convo & say hello
Copyright © Leah Ross | Year Posted 2009
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