Reach
A homeless man looks funny
I surely won't admit it
I see him holding cardboard up
and say he's blessed to fit it
But really say a God to bless
what poverty is to money
Might be the same as saying what
his teeth are out to funny
And know he hasn't brushed awhile
and know he loves his liquor
But maybe drinks know God above
and laugh at him for quicker
So say that funny is the sky
where art reveals all
And know that Heaven has a place
that labels beer and all
So maybe spirits are a cause
for funny men to speak
Through missing teeth and lost for each
when hope seeks God for reach
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2022
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