But it was not always so
Laying in the sun thinking back
To the many years ago
Abandoned in the city park
Under an old oak tree
Nearby a tree line
By the baseball field
Where no one could hear my plea
I found shelter under the bleachers
Far away from the many creatures
Living off scraps thrown in the park
The warmth of the sun
Versus shivering in the dark
Countless days that turned to weeks
Hunger pangs screaming out
The rest is history
As you well might know
Stumbling towards voices heard
Before the winter snow
I was taken in
By those whom like you also know
Where I receive many kisses
Laying in the sun
~Moses~
© 2010 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
No comments:
Post a Comment