Yvonne Rautenbach Poems
The Wandering Man - Homeless
Wandering man dreams of a place
with no demands yet no disgrace
with nice clean sheets, a fragrant pillow,
Wills that bend around like willow
Settle him and he displaces
You demand and he disgraces...
Oh the sadness on our faces
he would not let us tie his laces!
Preferred old shoes which leaked in places
Left a tidemark on the pillow
burnt out element in the 'grillo'
Wandering man he leaves each place
Bent and buckled like his face.
Dear Old Stick
Dear Old Stick! !
Images of Derek with his stick
A gentleman with touch of royal chic
Tall and dandy like a former King
Moses with his rod of serpent sting
Shepherding the people David style
Joseph with his staff along the Nile
A figure in the distance