An Afterthought

I take a walk into the yard

to watch and see the lilies sprout

then I down the boulevard do walk

and pass a bum in tattered silks.

A poor lad lays upon the walk

and cries his brother-lips to mine

yet spied, I look upon his face

and run him back before the gate.

When orphans sit upon the fence

to watch my hurried gait run by

it's only rest that soothes my mind

of all the pain that they transgressed.

I circle back and pass the slums

steering clear of their smelly fumes;

the people here are only rats

the very thought can slay their irky pride.

I scoot fast past a beggar's plate

and jaundiced when he wheezed his cry

for I need weed the  lily patch

before the cloak of darkness rise.

Now that day has pleased me well

and life has scarred my sanctum'd bliss

'tis time I stop and think awhile

and check my spirit's blamelessness.