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