THERE WAS A MAN 24/09/07

There was a man,
a mystery,
and a gloating democracy.
Cared they not for his spirit
one jot.
Grasped they not the twisting gnawing
on his frame, that lot. They moved around
like a trolley on the ground,
and were never glad
for that poor lad.
(And poor really was he)
and underneath their mediocrity
stood he,
still free...
But they could not see
the 'wizened' he.

And when the door creaked shut, nobody,not even he,saw it close, with his shoulder froze
no time to sleep or doze,
and no new clothes.
He never wished for money
'Crap' his father said,
as he sat on his bed alone,
with no one to phone
except the blind piano man,
and that can't be planned, yet already tried,
a time not be:
another mystery. His mother was astute
about his uncut ways,
but when you lose the nails
who pays? anyways.
A shot in the distance
or a rubber mat slapped
on the path by Mr Mcgrath?
I wrote it for a laugh!
but how far has it me got
not a jot.
But someones coughing
by the radio.
They listened to the show,
what do they know?
is there a wind,
or,will it snow,
oh,I don't know.
They think I do,
but I know
I'd better not have a clue
bye,bye apple pie....