Breath Feeding (An actual Rhyming Poem)

Breath Feeding

City Canyons

Concrete and steel

Unsteady on sidewalks

Not knowing what you feel

The dance of the homeless man begging for a dime

The song of the cancer man

Running out of time

Heading for the country roads

Or some isolated shore

Where nature plays the giver

Who keeps on sharing more

Maybe running is the answer

Or maybe standing still

It’s tough to ask the questions

Surrounding man’s free will.

Despair and joy

Love and hate

Separate in their differences

But strange how both relate

Eastern man sits quietly

Watching time unfold

Western man compresses

For the sake of gold.

From where I sit

from where I stand

The view never seems to change

Just when I take my life in hand

Everything gets strange.