Ode To A Stranger

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Your hands are wrinkled and old

Leathered, scarred and faded

Your breath clouds; you are cold

When did life become so jaded?


You probably have no home

Unless of course you do

Either way, you are alone

With nobody to go to


I wonder how it feels

To sleep out on the street

Your mind probably reels

Your hands cold; and your feet


Of course, I can relate

To the absence of a friend

For me, it's no debate

I've come now to my end


You see, I'm much like you

Far more than you think

My companions are ever few

Numbness is my drink


I used to sit on sidewalks

I used to laugh and sing

I used to enjoy long talks

But now this is a petty thing


Death is the greatest journey

So they all will say

I stretched out on the gurney

Now I've flown away


I'd tell you it's no joy

Alas, you cannot hear me

For you are just a boy

So new, so young, so free


Enjoy life while you can

Or else you shall regret it

As I did when I ran

And fell into the pit


I've been around for ages

I've been watching you

I sit here in my cages

And pray you don't come, too


For here it's dark and lonely

Far worse than you know

You may think you're homely

But, to me, you glow


Life is the greatest blessing

Pray, don't throw it away!

As I did when I was guessing

At the darkest game to play

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 20, 2017 ⏰

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