(A Mans Pride)

                     The haunting rain
                    brings in the dawn
                 Another nomadic night
               now his dreams are gone

                   His body feels old
                the pain don’t go away
               The days long and cold
                he feels his spirit decay

                     The edge is near
                 he feels it in his mind
                  There’s nothing  left
                   Oh the hand of time

                Much to wise to let go
                his soul stands strong
               But every path he takes
               seems narrow and long

                  His beliefs grow weak
                they crumble like a leaf
              Every morning that comes
                      Is far from  relief

               With blood on his hands
               but strength from above
                He will follow it through
                 with the power of love



By Elton Stallman
The Lost Poet
10/12/18