Old, toothless beggar I
am
This noise so loud
Here, read your fortune
for a dime
Says same as theirs always
does
You’re going to die
Just don’t know when
Ask the old allfather
who sits on Main and Vine
He knows now,
extraterrestrial Santa in his sleigh
Somebody up there is
watching us all
We know not the ease of
time or place but
All this world falls
away.
I am blind, but I know
this.
12/2/13
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