The Beggar Man
He wanders so, here and there
Walking circles in the air
No direction in this path
He simply views the aftermath
And looks back over many years
Which gave him all those countless fears
And brought him now to when he stands
To see the void which he commands
The sorry shell which he’s become
Contains an endless vacuum
Drawing out his heart and soul
To leave him with a pointless goal
A goal he set in childhood days
“Be Lord of all” which he surveys
But tragedies now leave him bare
Walking circles in the air
Francine
Wed 8th Apr 2009 03:18
This is so sad as it reflects the feelings of someone whose dreams have been shattered and who feels they have no purpose in life...
'The sorry shell which he’s become
Contains an endless vacuum
Drawing out his heart and soul'
Very powerful and profound...