Bare Foot Truth
***W***
I stuck my board down in the sand
A guy came up and shook my hand
I saw he didn’t own his shoes
His feet would go just where he planned
***H***
We talked a while and all he told
The things he knew both new and old
Of things that men can often lose
And how a heart and mind run cold
***E***
He slapped my board then walked away
I asked him why he couldn’t stay
He smiled and said “I got one fuse”
But what he meant I couldn’t say
***T***
I watched him as he turned and walked
I thanked him as some others mocked
They might have thought he was some ruse
But truth was in the way he talked
***H***
He’s gone now but still in my mind
I hear his words ‘just seek and find’
But was he just some common muse?
Or can truth still be deeper mined
***E***
I stuck my board back in the sand
Just hoping I could understand
The wisdom covered in tattoos
With weathered skin so deeply tanned
***R***
And when I finally walked away
I had the urge to wait and stay
But some things come in fading hues
If there was more I’d have to pay
***End***
Benjamin Volkov ‘Nicolaievitch’ (that wanderingly vague last name)
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