Passing Through
Passing ThroughPoem of the Homeless Man
Half Asleep on the Park Bench
© 2008 Thomas R. Farrell
You don't need to know my name
My past, and all my woos,
The problems that I carry
No matter where I go ......
Seems I'm always up to leaving
Those places where I've been
Mostly cause there seemed to be
People who don't take to how I act
When all that comes with drinking
and all that comes with acting out
End up hurting those I love ......
You don't need to know my story
The ones no longer there ....
The ones still angry that I left
Or that I'd ever met them first
To leave "em when I did .....
You don't need to know
That much about my past .....
Just let me sleep a while longer
On benches soft as these
I'd like to sleep an hour longer
Til it's time for me to go!
You don't need to know my name
My past, and all my woos,
The problems that I carry
No matter where I go ......
Poetry by Tom Farrell
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Written on 2009-06-19 at 00:14
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