Four millimeters of tempered glass separates your world
from the Homeless Beggar Prince now standing before you
appearing tattered, torn and trampled on like discarded trash
no longer a viable phoenix rising to escape winter's burn
Merely a grounded mortal traversing icicle stares with an
aged back and fingers that he had once worked to the bone
long forgotten building blocks for a house and a home
Blizzards came tirelessly with every season to wreak havoc upon his
crumbled foundation putting him out into the cold to face the face of our
harsh reality where it's a tundra full of thin ice and a dog eat dog world
Piercing watery eyes reflect upon your hidden self and his frost
laden beard parts to say aloud
