I was sleeping on a park-bench
When I saw a man approach me
He was weary – I felt tired
He had grey hair – I a beard
What say you; said the man –
Now awakened – we were smiling
Suddenly he seemed to be
Clean-shaven (just like me)
Dumbfounded, I said nothing
Quizzical, I sat there
Within my alter ego
As he reached out for my hand
The day was bright and sunny
As his sunshine lent its wisdom
And was glistening and gleaming
On my avenue of good
In my mind I saw him kneeling
Breaking bread together
And scattering it fulsomely
So no-one went without
Can the best of human nature
Conjoin with understanding
To become a semblance
Of the ‘worthless’ and the ‘gray’
Unexpectedly she stood there
On my avenue of good
On the pathway under sunshine
That lent wisdom unto me.
Believe or don’t – choice and will –
Free spirits of desire
Or the essence of forgiveness
And the soul I never knew.
Choice or will breed freedom
Emotions tension and unease –
Unease that finds a partner
In serenity and calm
Come; she told me, gleaming
As she took me by the hand
To the pathway they call choices
Made by virtue of the brave
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