Part Vision Poem by GRANT FRASER

I thought a lot this morning,
about a picture I wanted to take,

This guy I see every day,
who is more like a down and out,

But with sure sharp accentuated
looks, that a majority don't have,

All my ideas about dressing him
up and he reappearing well groomed,

It transformed everything I had
ever thought possible for someone
else, and a stranger with little strength,

I saw his, if anything in that moment,
not my own, or at least that's what I
wanted it to amount to,

But you might just say - well, technically
your just after another picture, and I am...

But I could pay him, I thought, a decent amount,
give him that Italian coat I bought, make
him shave and put some more hope in those
huge misted eyes,

Real poetry should learn to act,

As I tear the idea up again,
with the tear up words!