Street Ghost

Dim lit streets are my only home
And down their dreary lengths I roam
Forbidden to ever enter a door
I will roam the streets for ever more.

For being a lethargic loaf I’m damned
To forever be exposed to the land
Exempt from entering an edifice at all
Never to take comfort in a floor or wall

A roof will never protect my head
Nor will I ever sleep in a bed
I wasted my life inside my house
A foolish, lazy, languid, louse.

To forever wander the streets, I’m cursed
Could there ever be any curse that’s worse
Than suffering in rain, snow, and cold
And never to end for I never get old.

If I had but lived my life to the most
I’d not be a lamentable street ghost.

J. Abram Barneck.

 

Copyright © 2004 by Rhyous, Inc. All rights reserved.

Revised: 28 Sept 2004 17:37:44 -0700.

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