Something different, Now that I am renewed and lifted up on wings of eagles...

Poor sad soul

Thou unfortunate fool,

Lost your way

In life's cold school.

Now there's no

Going home in sunshine

Only the gray to

Hide your soft whine.

Fog your mind

And chill what's left

Of your bloody,

Battered life weft.

May there come

A day you may see

Woven there

The whole you can be.

Until then

March on, head bowed.

Soul tatter'd

Bare, shamed, and cowed.

(written 9/28/08 - a year and a lifetime ago.)