MY ATTEMPT AT WRITING POETRY: THE WANDERER

What follows is my first published poem, published by The Shore Publishing Co. in their anthology, Shore Poetry Anthology, in 1973.

THE WANDERER

Hair matted and long

Face overgrown with mustache and beard

He walks down the city streets alone

  A broken man,

He stumbles about in the dead of night

With only a ragged coat to keep out the cold

  And cheap wine his only refuge.

Perhaps he once dreamt

  A dreamer of dreams

    And a victim of fate,

For the greatest and lowliest man are of the same stock

Dreamers all,

The only difference being God’s frown

  Or smile.