Solid as rock, Six feet or more <br />Punch like a hammer that <br />Never would fall <br />Scars like a trellis <br />His drinking’s no gain <br /> Cigarette’s hanging <br />Life’s just the same <br />Nobody knew him <br />Man of the street <br />One day, was different <br />Old lady, seems <br />Sweet <br />Blinded since birth <br />The market square, <br />Flowers <br />Perfect in sunshine <br /> Burning for hours <br />Please sir, draw- <br />Nearer <br />This one’s for free <br />I know that you’re hurting <br />So I’ll comfort thee <br />Fighting back fears <br />Was always your game <br />But fighting back tears <br />Can be quite the same <br />Sit by my feet <br />A story, unfolds <br />I’ve come from a place <br />That never grows old <br />Where Sunshine is measured <br />By beauty it’s true <br />Now close your eyes gently <br />Feel wings around you <br />Take a deep breath <br /> Angels <br />They sing <br />Voices from Heaven <br />Find you again <br /> <br />Morning, alone <br />People would gather <br />To witness a sight <br />None could easily utter <br />For there in the market square <br />A hundred white roses <br />Where before lay a man <br />Now a hundred <br />White poses<br /><br />duncan wyllie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/going-home-22/
