Sunday, May 27, 2012

Cardboard and Roads

I walked down the road and I found there, in
A small cardboard house, a man of seventy;
Dressed in rags, with a beard, had never been
Sheltered in any home save under trees.
Said I to the man, walk with me this way?
We're sure to find adventure this day
If we walk away from what has had us,
From what has tied us down, taken our trust.
Said he to me, I want to be free! from
Tyranny and despair. Yet I can't go
For I surely know that I have been won
By a name I dread, and who dares not show. 
Said I to him, walk with me and therein
Your hope and salvation, a companion.

                   Cardboard and Roads, (c) Luke Bennette, May 2012

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