Tribute

‘We have no time to stand and stare’!

says the tramp poet

it is

in tribute

to his eternal freedom

he sleeps so very intentionally

it is his bench

alone

biding his time

upon

it is his

possession

forever

poetry

all day long

up

in a puff of cigar smoke

to the clouds

moon

sun

and starry

night

poetry all night long

with a breath

of cold night air

breathed out into

a wanton ghost

hovering low

for

it is

what it is

this lurking madness

reassuring

all sane men

we live but once

therefore

live our lives well

‘for I am doing just that’

he so spritely says

ever so poetically correct

‘all is OK with me;

it is your poor soul I worry for’!

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About Steven Humphreys

I live in sunny California with my beautiful wife, three wonderful cats and very handsome dog! I write a lot these days about different subjects I hope you will find interesting and informative. Thanks for your interest. Read more 'about me' on this site. Thanks for visiting!
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