This blog was created for others who will hopefully glean something from the words I have written.Not much to say except I ran off from an orphanage when I was 13 years old.Hopped on a freight train and joined the circus.Have been wandering ever since.I am grateful to be alive and my only desire is to leave something here for others to gain from.If I can accomplish that then I have successfully reached my intended goal.All we have left in the end is our legacy.
Waiting for my daughter in the town square Off to the market we will go It is the one joy of the week I have left Then I'll walk to my house on the row A few loaves of bread,maybe a fish Then there's the faces of friends At the end of the day when all is done And I have made all my amends In the silence of the walk home Thoughts are of my son long gone Each day he is missed I light a candle in my window Pretending he is still here Sleep overcomes me As I watch the flame dance On the wick of the candle in my window
Hiding in shadows watching my mother Walking to her house on the row She is the loveliest of ladies Her pace is steady and slow Several years have passed by Still in the shadows I hide Watching over my mother Who thinks I have long ago died Too many heartaches were caused For I was a foolish young man Filled with drink and the wrong crowds In the filth of the streets I ran My sister had told me she saw my mother Sitting in the kitchen in tears Therefore in thought it confirmed things Showing me all of my fears Setting out to sea on a trawler Thinking of my mother who cried Over a fool like myself Better off she would think I had died Still I come to see her Although she will never know I am in the thick of the shadows watching Her walk to her house on the row
