12 May, 2017

Homeless !

Image result for old shack in woods

I know not what went wrong
and yearn to hear morning's song
my own place wherein to sleep,
be it a shack, hut or small keep
I watch as people bustle by
Fretting, frowning: don't know why
The wheel of fortune has been spun
A spoke had halted on "not fun"
Then in stillness do I descend
to my heart, my only friend
With all outward things withdrawn
T'is there I find a fresh new dawn

Somwang (Book of poems2)