A trio of bedraggled street persons
Remarkably unperturbed, untroubled
As passersby ignored their orisons...
No one seemed to notice when one hobbled
Down to the corner to drain his old pipes
Overloaded with cheap gin and water...
Maybe he didn't need clean tissues or wipes...
Trashcan leavings all gone but no matter.--
He is home with friends; (the pavement--their bed.)
Out of the blue, this flashed into my mind:-
Unused talents make one useless instead.
God's gifts get lost through nightly carousing;
Here, but for God's grace, you might also find
This profligate asleep-- beyond rousing.
No comments:
Post a Comment