Yesterday was the last straw <br />I hopped into the car, <br />Put the top down, let the wind brush my hair. <br />Drove all the way to Shenandoah, <br />Half-naked, broke and without a care. <br /> <br />So I slept in the open on that night <br />On a mattress of grass beneath a ceiling of satin <br />And dreamt of winged horses <br />And sirens speaking in sensuous Latin. <br /> <br />When I woke up, <br />That sullen morning I awoke more empty <br />Than the pockets in my jeans. <br />Just the day before I was in a stronghold, <br />An urban prince in his teens. <br /> <br />I took a saunter down a yellow-leaved dusty road <br />Where a church sect gathered at a riverside. <br />They were singing songs of worship <br />That billowed over the river's unmoving tide. <br /> <br />I darted and joined in with them, <br />The priest held my head under <br />And his words were rife. <br />Fallen, soggy yellow leaves on the river-bed <br />Told me <br />What a way to start my new life.<br /><br />K. Jared Hosein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rebirth-riverside-songs-for-a-new-life/
