Nameless

Fall, Winter....the homeless, the things we don't see........                     Untitled. by darmok 9/17/01                     As the cold wind blows                     And fall creeps slowly in.                     I reach for the tattered coat I so enjoy,                     Here and there the cold seeps in,                     but this familiar coat, a friend has been.                     Oh my, what I wouldn't give,                     For a new pair of shoes.                     Something to keep my toes dry.                     The cold just makes the gout hurt,                     dang so much, it makes me cry.                     I don't smell to good either,                     I really could use a bath.                     Warm water up to my neck,                     Soaking there until the water got,                     Just a little too cold, no longer hot.                     Dream'n, that's all it is…..                     Heck, Winter's gonna be a hell of a lot worse.                     I reckon the gout gonna hurt all right,                     But I'm sure glad I've got my coat.                     Sometimes I don't think you see me,                     Or perhaps you'd rather not.                     Standing here in my coat                     Tattered, weathered, rot.                     As the cold wind blows                     and fall creeps slowly in.                     Reach out and reach within.                     Give freely and offer those,                     A tattered coat, maybe hope,                     a friend. Written January 30th, 2002 © on Jan 30 2002 04:43 AM PST, Darmok    0 • 9