February 22, 2020, michaelbray Poetry,

Of the Wanderers

They walk the streets
Head phones in place
Pates turned down with a
Beanie atop
Diggin’ some music
And lovin’ that dope
Pissing away a life
That was given
By God for more
Than just to wander
About the streets and
Crashing in the landing
Never to know
What it was for
Him to adore
That One who came
For the lame
Of mind and body
And yet He is
Always and evermore
There to Himself
Those who cry out
To Him who died
And rose again
To receive

22 Feb., 2020 at 0935

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