On winter
I sit by the ventilation
Looking outside to see snow covering the land
I remember being young
I never worried, for my education
In which I would never take hand
for I was dumb
Dumb!; the years from eight to eighteen
Thinking of reality was as real as dream
Believing God would help in time of need
The outside, a four year old boy watches
a poor beggar is freezing
The boy ponders as he feels the warmth from the vent
But the heat in years will stop
And he’ll wonder in glee
“Just who was the beggar, and what he used to be?”
Is the fact still true,
With me?
Wednesday, November 27, 2002