moist drops flung by a fierce wind
cascade across my chest
spring's green leaves rip past me
fly into traffic, sticking to cabs
A tumble weed hat rolls past
it's owner weaving through walkers
and joggers

Watching the mayhem of spring
an unfamiliar man in a coat too large,
worn through, ripped at the seams,
looks at me, our eyes me
He asks me for change
Tearing my eyes away I continue,

Briskly walking, never stopping
It takes more than one man to stop me
as poor as he was, I'm poorer still
No amount of coin could enrich my life

Clinging to what's mine
a cold wind to my bones
Skin and bones, no heart, no mind
just a body in motion
the wind and rain threaten all that I am

I'll tread until I reach my end,
heaven or hell or and an endless rest
in the mud, where I crawl like a worm
covered in a film of slime, of blood
the light at the end of this tunnel

Smack me so I can breathe,
Cut my only tie to my old life
With a wail and tears like the rain
with no less violence
Instead of tears perhaps sweat
I work to hard for simple tears

I've taken it upon myself to make my nephew a little children's book for his third birthday. I'm talking pressed and printed and everything. This is why you do not see any new poetry or profound thoughts, I'm surprisingly putting a lot of thought into it (and my Nintendo DSi..shhhhhh). Seeing as this is for my nephew, you all wont hear or see much about it. Sorry