doorstep vagabond

Found wandering the back alley
Like door step vagabond
All residential neighbourhood
Misunderstood
Saying
‘I belong here’
I belong here.
The years
Of stepping on the sidewalk cracks
Have amounted to some seriously bad luck
But that doesn’t mean hes given up
On finding a space large enough
To hold hat rack
from where he can rock comfort
As he looks back
on when life
was a little rougher,
When his skin was a little tougher
and bits of broken glass
were mere pebbles beneath his feet
when he knew the luxury
of tasting sunlight on a grassy knoll
when everyone else did as well
so that he could pretend
he was just one of them.
he had once,
been just one of them

............

On an evening for red roses
we all eventualy revisit
these lives we have chosen
(bare in mind - we do
the best we can)

Do not be fooled
into believing
they had forgotten eachother.
when we believe we are watching out
for the others
we have held.
the others we have come
to recognize
as family.
red roses
were no longer home

ive only heard this story
from a distance
but the colour of these flower petals
sound like the history
of knowing who we love
to me

i am certain
we do the best we can
with how we know to love