How Many Do I Pass Each Day Poem by johannes lewinsky

How many do i pass each day
Huddled against the wind the rain and themselves
By their boots transfixed
Morose, and embittered
And wishing their lives undone

And i know how it is - because i've done it myself
How easily we become transfixed
by a plan a notion of how it should be
Or should have been or will
A vision or a dream of what we should have been given to be

And how we've attached ourselves to some
Other than us we've made so much
a part of us whom we've lost or failed that we can't untangle
the us that we are from the we that we've become

and again and again
we fail to apprehend
it was never them that we needed
but the god they embodied
the song that they sang



not the girl, the job, the bloke,
the house, the flat, the sex,
the career, the holidays,
the light the fun

just all of them - and none