Vagabond

I can’t regale you with a sonnet

I can’t play piano or guitar.

I wish I did, I wish I could be 

more than another guy at a bar.

You look me over top to bottom,

curious to see just what’s inside.

Besides the loose change in my pocket,

well, I’ve got nothing left to hide.

    I don’t need to be smart to be clever.

    Don’t need a watch to tell me time won’t wait.

    While I can’t draw, or keep my plotlines straight: 

    My art is in the life that I create.

For those of us who grow up knowing

food doesn’t show up on one’s plate

We hear an appetite that’s taunting, 

biding its time to seal our fate.

And like a gunshot in the distance

it forced me to a running start.

That blast still echoes in the caverns

that love left vacant in my heart.

    I don’t need to be smart to be clever.

    Don’t need a watch to tell me time won’t wait.

    While I can’t draw, or keep my plotlines straight: 

    My art is in the life that I create.

    Why erase a wrinkle, why hide a single line 

    when they chronicle the landscape of a lifetime?

    Like razing trees to better see a barren line.

    A pristine canvas is a song without a rhyme. 

Won’t promise I can buy you diamonds,

and I've no use for fancy cars.

I do swear your life won’t be a blank page

but a night sky peppered with stars!

And I never did like a blank page:

an empty sky without stars...

 

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