My avenue of good

I was sleeping on the park-bench
When I saw a man approach me

He was weary – I felt tired
He had grey hair – I a beard

What say you; said the man – 
Now awakened – we were smiling

Suddenly he seemed to be
Clean-shaven (just like me)

Dumbfounded, I said nothing
Quizzical, I sat there

Within my alter ego
As he reached out for my hand

The day was bright and sunny
As his sunshine lent its wisdom
 
And was glistening and gleaming
On my avenue of good

In my mind I saw him kneeling
Breaking bread together

And scattering it fulsomely
So no-one went without

Can the best of human nature
Conjoin with understanding

To become a semblance
Of the ‘worthless’ and the ‘gray’

Unexpectedly she stood there
On my avenue of good

On the pathway under sunshine
That lent wisdom unto me.

Believe or don’t – choice and will –
Free spirits of desire

Or the essence of forgiveness
And the soul I never knew.

Choice or will breed freedom
Emotions tension and unease –

Unease that finds a partner
In serenity and calm

Come; she told me, gleaming
As she took me by the hand

To the pathway they call choices
Made by virtue of the brave