Stained Glass
By 1stpoet
Stained Glass I’ve seen him before The old hippie who still wore Hawaiian shirts And tie die pants His fingers discolored From years of stirring luke-warm coffee And smoking Hand rolled cigarettes Eyes, seeing the light Of a different shade His mind fragmented From the jungles of Vietnam Thoughts His own religion Believing the truths Only he has seen Why he thought he could fly One will never know As he lay here Fractured, stained glass William Dawes Copyright 2000 Written March 8th, 2000 © on Jan 08 2002 08:03 AM PST 0 • 9
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