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.
Faces And Forums
Faces and Forums
Do we really want an answer
Are we questioning ourselves
Are we flitting in the ether like some
We tell the world and noone
The fraudster he might listen
Faceless little facebooks -