That young guy in the doorway
of a Brighton street;
long hair, bearded,
nothing on his feet.
Peace to you, he said,
have a good day. He smiled
and had something in his gaze,
something beyond the usual ones
one gets from down and outs
on streets or roads
of major towns or cities.
Guess Christ could have sat there
in some doorway, long hair
and bearded nothing on his feet,
on that and almost any street.
You never know who it could be
sitting in a doorway bearded
with long hair and nothing on their feet.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 3:45 PM UTC
That young guy in the doorway
of a Brighton street;
long hair, bearded,
nothing on his feet.
Peace to you, he said,
have a good day. He smiled
and had something in his gaze,
something beyond the usual ones
one gets from down and outs
on streets or roads
of major towns or cities.
Guess Christ could have sat there
in some doorway, long hair
and bearded nothing on his feet,
on that and almost any street.
You never know who it could be
sitting in a doorway bearded
with long hair and nothing on their feet.
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