"THE PONDERER"
He sits quiet and alone
Each and every day
His beard long and tangled
Hair prematurely gray.
A very broken man
Who's been down on his luck
Has nothing left to share
He doesn't give a fuck.
If you knew him years ago,
Never would you say
This man will be poor and lonely
Just ten years from today
But you see he liked the bottle
More than he liked to love.
So he never found a reason
To be more than just a bum.
Now he reflects his forty-seven years
Sadness fills him, then tears soon begin
He realizes who he is
"God make me new again."
"God, Please! Make me new again?"
copyright © 2010 Elizabeth Ann Greene