Old blind men, chasing rainbows,
tripping fairies and carnival clowns
Eyes once open will forever close
Old blind men, in their old hometowns
Old blind men, sit warming their bones,
on park benches and garden swings
Jesus sandals carry them home,
where Jimi plays and Janis sings
Old blind men, thumb from the past,
the future waves from empty cars
When life’s winners finish last,
old blind men become the stars
Pinhole cards move wooden pegs,
ponytailed voices, smoky and grey
Yellow fingers swirl ancient dregs,
old blind men, not fade away.
Bagpipe winds march,
across childhood waters
Waters once as sweet as wine,
from a debutante’s glass slipper
Now smelling of a whore’s weeds
When I was a boy,
swimming those sweet waters,
with my father
I feel his strong hands,
pulling me up on the rocks
Where we stand forever
Old blind men, chasing rainbows,
with cloudy eyes, on broken wings
Jesus sandals carry us home,
where Jimi still plays and Janis still sings
© Hugh Dysart
Excerpt from the book “Torn Poems”
About the Author
Hugh Dysart is a long-time musician, songwriter, poet and lyricist. Hugh has been playing blues and rock for almost fifty years and writing for fifteen. His greatest influences have always been music based, appreciating the genius of both the music and lyrics written by The Beatles, Led Zeppelin and Rolling Stones. It had has greatly influenced his writing of lyrics.
He has discovered a love of writing poetry and prose; a natural progression as a lyricist. He resides in Timmins, Ontario Canada, with his soul mate and is a father of two and a grandfather.
Visit Hugh’s Author Page At www.ctupublishinggroup.com/hugh-dysart.html
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