So I think I am a poet, you would never think it to look at me

[gerard quain]

being Invisible


I sit and watch the world pass
Wrapped up against the elements
A door way for a home
Against the world alone


The heaving rush of busy people
Going faster to their destinations
No time to worry about the poor
Averted eyes their noble cure


Sleeping with one eye open
Fearful of the thugs that come out at night
Another day alone passes
Can't afford rose-tinted glasses


The soup runners treat us well
Without them life would be hell
In the morning rush they walk over me
An invisible man, can't really make a plea

 

[Peder]

A good image, well expressed.

 

[gerard quain]

A good image, well expressed.

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