A Begger in the Canyon of Time

I’m a beggar
in the canyons of time.
A soldier without a fortune,
a dreamer who never dreams.

I’m a singer of songs.
A poet in my own mind,
a poet in my own time.
When the clock ticks
far past my knowing,
I wonder if I am being.

Perhaps I am no more
than small blink,
an even smaller wink,
in someone’s imagination.

I’m a clown without a throne.
A king without a queen of my own
a sailor on a ship without sails.
A captain without a crew.

Minute hands hold my fate.
As the second hand inches away
the day breaks into
a dark cloudy remembrance.
The night holds fast to my soul.
The knight polishes his armour,
with the blood from my flowing wounds.

And today is no more than yesterday,
but better than tomorrow will be.
In my thoughtless way I blunder
back to my beginning days,
back to promises I never made.

What would the hours hold for me
if I had never been born.
Will I ever be more
than a ripple in time?
Will I ever be more
than a mite in God’s eye?

I’m a beggar in the canyons of time.
I’m a dreamer trapped by his dreams.
A soldier without any guns,
but I always have a war to go to.

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