Throw Me A Bone

When I'm alone
     and out on the street

Throw me a bone
     where the vagrants meet,

Shake your heads
     and walk away

Back to your beds,
     in comfort, lay,

And say of me
    "It's his own **** fault!"

See what you want to see
     of the fight I fought,

Against myself
     and against my past,

Battling with my health
     and dreams too vast,

Dreams of repairing
     all that was wrong,

Dreams of sharing
     somewhere to belong

Yet the dreams have burst
     in a shower of regrets,

And I am sure to be first
     to face their debts.

The battles still rage
     in the memories I meet

As loneliness and old age
     secure my defeat,

The desire for peace
     is a mere illusion,

A faded pastiche,
     an unwanted intrusion.

I will bear no grudge
     nor shall I blame

Jury and the judge
     who imprisoned my name,

Nor the sun, the moon,
     the land or sea,

But to dance to the tune
     that is wholly me,

And when I am dying
     I will bow not grieve,

And if I start crying
     I will take my leave,

And if I catch your eye
     or you hear a faint groan,

Please don't walk by,
     throw me a bone.

© RJVHorton2015