How can you make a map of life
to show the roads need walked,
people and places along the way
and the lessons to be taught?
What color a pin marks the hobo
who filled one beer soaked night
with pirate tales of deals and sales
smuggling opiate dreams of might
consoling the angers of little men
who bemoan their life's lost fight?
Find me a symbol for afternoon lady
who mostly worked clubs by night,
her wisdom of sadly sin sullied love
from confessional pillows laid tight
to comfort she vended in sexual ways,
for both lonely genders same price.
Where is that line will twist and curve
to be measure of courage and heart
dwelled in a body so broken and frail
just standing was championship part
seen walking one morning a hero…
laid waste to self-pities weak mark.
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All three were real people, from back in the days when I lived loose on the land and life was an adventure, when a quarter on the sidewalk was manna from heaven and oh, the angels, those strange sweet angels...
I can remember those days, Cyranos. I still bend over to pick up a penny...and will as long as I can bend.
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