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Circle Of Love
As I walk the bustling cobbled streets
Of Victorian splendour grande,
I wonder what my eyes will meet
And what heart will take a stand.
Shop Fronts decked in Christmas gifts
To peruse life's finery as planned,
When in the corner of a mindful eye
A face of sorrow pleads a helping hand.
No warmth upon his black shoeless feet
Nor tears alive or vacant eyes demand,
Head bowed in shame midst falling sleet,
A stolen voice lives in Life's cruel remand.
On bended knee I crouch, his eyes to meet
As soulless men fleet past those frowned,
Frantic an unnamed face in the crowd to greet
God's love belittled on bustling cobbled ground.
"God has forsaken me I just want to be a man ?"
I answered his cry with broken heart and voice,
"Without heart or soul forever sleep the dead,
A man rich in heart only sleeps when he is fed."
Once rejection cowered on that cobbled street,
Love he deserved was a love I could not deny,
In the years that passed, our eyes would meet,
His love for all shared on that Victorian cobbled street.
Copyright ©
Daniel Caplin
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