Shaving like I mean it.

Shaving like I mean it.
Shaving with Meaning

Sunday, January 3, 2016

A Song in my head

"I haven't left
I haven't right
I have centered
And seen the light
My hands tremble
My feet are tired and often stumble
My back it aches and longs for slumber
Eyes droop and lips mumble
The lull of momentary tranquility
Pours into weary bones
Wrenching fluid marrow
Joints singing like rattling stones
Such catastrophic complaints
Render my efforts plain
I have only regrets and heartaches
That come from worldly pain"

He sang it with hopeful thought
of those who might hear him
 the man on the street corner
His hands crooked and bent around a cup
With eyes that meet mine
For the 100th time
His song in my head as I pass him by
Knowing today, tonight nor tomorrow 
that I will not be the last to hear his cry
Until he is like a unseen mystery gone

 - Melanie Davis January 2nd, 2015

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