Tattered
All the crazy things
The night brings
Lost to dreams
Wood and beams
Then I had to fire yesterday
Couldn't forget what it had to say
Lost to tick and the tock
Couldn't keep up with the clock
All the things I thought I had to do .
Wasn't true
As I walked by
Thought I saw the stars cry
A moment in time one asks why
Along my way
Bid an ol man good day
Something hauntingly familiar about his walk
Couldn't really hear his talk
While wondering out aloud
He seemed to draw a crowd
It was so hard to see
That it was really me
How could that even be
A tomorrow
Where I lost to sorrow,
Driven to beg and borrow
Torn tattered
I can see Life had left me battered.
Bended but not broke apart
Still standing as a new day awoke
I tossed my self a dollar
Hope ta hollar
May of been a bum
That may of bothered some
I was alive ,still willing to fight.
Not Lost to the night
I was alive so I was doing alright
Copyright © William P. Harris | Year Posted 2023
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