Throw Me a Bone

Throw Me A Bone When I'm alone and out on the street Throw me a bone where the vagrants meet, Shake your heads and walk away Back to your beds, in comfort, lay, And say of me "It's his own dam fault!" See what you want to see of the fight I fought, Against myself and against my past, Battling with my health in dreams too vast, Dreams of repairing all that was wrong, Dreams of sharing somewhere to belong Yet the dreams have burst in a shower of regrets, And I am sure to be first to face those debts. The battles still rage in the memories I meet As loneliness and old age secures my defeat, The desire for peace is a mere illusion, A faded pastiche, an unwanted intrusion. I will bear no grudge nor shall I blame The jury and the judge who imprisoned my name, Nor the sun, the moon, the land or sea, But to dance to the tune that is wholly me, And when I am dying I will bow not grieve, And if I start crying I will take my leave, And if I catch your eye or you hear a faint groan, Please don't walk by, throw me a bone. © RJVHorton2015