My Feet Were at Loose Ends
written by: H. W. Bryce
My feet were at loose ends,
my mind was in the abstract
I had no destination in my mind,
so I set out to find my fellow kind.
I met a man, he was both slim and fat,
he wore his hat upon his eyebrows,
and through his pout he spoke wise words
that left me floundering like a flightless bird.
I met another man who was an overcoat
with feet in boots that had no legs.
He had no mouth, he spoke in rhymes
which he offered me for a clutch of dimes.
I met a man who was all talk talk talk.
I asked him for some wise advice.
He spoke in riddles much like a sphinx
I tried to cash in on them, they became a jinx.
My feet were at loose ends…
my mind was in the abstract,
I had no destination in my mind,
so I set out to find my fellow kind.
An old philosopher told me not to judge,
so I believed the next man that I met
with all my money and all my trust,
only to find my wallet filled with rust.
I met a smart old teacher once I had,
she advised me to take up teaching,
but alas I had no special training
so I flubbed my chance at classroom reigning.
I met so many men, they all rolled up as one,
I became so weak and weary of their babble
I realized it was me to whom I should turn
to cut my own path, based upon what I learn.
So now I stride, my path is wide,
my mind is open, my arms invite
and men with hats now have necks
and mouths have smiles like open checks.
So, under all of our disguises,
we’re all the same, we’re only folk,
we love a song, we love a joke,
we all crave love, and not a poke.
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