The Homeless Man

Trapped inside my anger and ignorance

Life is a mirror of thoughts

Reflections of the mind’s pictures hanging on times wall

Plaque of blame nailed at the entrance reads not my fault

Hours I gave seeing his or her flaws

My opportunities came with the limits that I brought

The trees are tall in the forest of the lost

Buying traps and working them off

With my blistered dreams gathering straws

A wanderer dressed like a prince

Worried that the homeless man I gave a dollar might buy alcohol.

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