for a winsome whithering wanderer ...

fading into the gray buildings
and black streets
unnoticed
in the shining crowds
silent
observers
Angel's with clipped wings
earth bound in heavy flesh
fighting gravity every day until we die
just to get up
out of bed
continue our passive lives
paddling about our ponds
with the big and small fish everywhere crowding

ordered to stand in the corner
wear the dunce cap
dance the dummest drunks
none of it gonna mattes as you drift off into that last sleep

baby, we will all miss ya when ya go...