Eye of the needle

Aug 23, 2011 by

Discarded and broken
Bare legs under dampened blankets
November rain swept streets

Hey mister spare a dime…
I’ve committed no crime
I’m just killing time

I was like you sir
I wore a clean shirt and walked tall
I didn’t feel so small

Somehow I lost the ball…
Don’t know where or when it happened
But here I am…I’ve taken a fall

Spare a dime…Spare some time
I’ll tell you how I got here…
You all just see my life through the eye of a needle

Like wheat is turned into flour
Life has broken me down
You’ve heard it all before…

Now I’m just the chaff of life
Are you looking on,
Hoping when you look back

I’ll be gone…so long gone…
Back to your dreams…
The palaces of your dreams

It is in your nightmares…
You hear my screams..
Waking, a cold sweat…

Now you know just for a moment …
How every minute of everyday …
If only for a heart beat of time

I look at my life through the eye of this needle
my blood mixes in…I push in the plunger…
And I’m just like you again…

(c) 2002 Rod Wuetherick and RedIron Studios

I wrote this one night walking Vancouver streets after a party in a warm house, shivering on my way home. My poems are bad but it is how I remember my life and my experiences.

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