Homeless people have their own desires which may never be fulfilled in their lifetime
|Dedicated to Ron Giles, a grand man of the streets of Kingston, whom I had the pleasure of knowing in the 70s. We shared many cups of tea, and I learned much from him about acceptance of those less fortunate.
The old man's final moments fading fleet
In a doorway on an oft times busy street,
Winds of whispering voices silenced
A new journey about to be experienced.
In a doorway on an oft times busy street
Dressed in rags, holey boots upon his feet,
He reaches out to touch the hand of she
Who went before in nineteen sixty-three.
Dressed in rags, holey boots upon his feet
The longing he has felt is now so sweet,
His time on earth has been a waiting game
Shortly, he will fulfill his aim.
The longing he has felt is now so sweet
His spirit leaves his body in a beat,
The glitter and the gloom, they disappear
He meets again the love he holds so dear.
His spirit leaves his body in a beat
Their spirits now together, now complete,
From this moment on and for eternity
They remain entwined and forever free.