So close to death
but spared by life
the moments slip by
memories fly
gentle voices coaxing
waking a young boys soul
moved to walk among the rest
his escape from the nest
as the spirit wind moves
and gently behooves
his soul
lost seeking loves encounter
heat beating
open
bruised
certain
destiny steps in
such a downer
downtrodden and destitute
he tries
again
again
again
again
again
again
again
again
and
again
crossed by love
then by life
a little boy’s strife
So close to life
but spared by death
the memories slip by
moments fly