A Greater God.
Dark metro tunnel: unending unknown
With no bright promise of the breaking day:
Not a place for stopping for too long.
Trust the train driver somewhere up there
To take you where each station dawns,
Bright and full of lit up faces waiting.
Down under a singer sings for everyone,
Looking as though he’s lucky to be alive
But he has to keep on singing to survive.
Up above a sleeping dog and a beggar,
Yoga style, so appealing there together.
Some street people with tongue in cheek-
I’m not sure but it’s not an issue anyway
Whether they were joking or in earnest,
Appealed for their research on marijuana;
Then a musician is running a competition
To put the men and women in opposition
As to which would give the most donations.
The worker bees were beer can collectors,
Draining them well for later they’d sell
For seven cents in the city recycling centre.
Suddenly I spy something that is do or die-
A young lady changing into warmer clothes
For the coming of a night of homelessness;
She was an honest broker in a broken world.
But the one I’d like to see again sometime
Is a nifty can collector I called ‘The Pirate’
Costumed in the grand theatre of the people,
A man I’d like to call a friend of mine.
My father’s words at the crossroads of life,
As I was about to take the boat to England,
Were: You would be better off at home
With a bag upon your back than doing that.
All said and done on hindsight he was right-
‘Better be a happy beggar than a lonely king’;
Believe in yourself and your own immortality:
Have ‘There’s a greater God than I’ mentality.
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