Monday, March 21, 2016

Richard Schnap- A Poem


His mind was as faded
As his raggedy cap
Whose original color
Belonged to the past

And his heart was as tattered
As his frayed plaid shirt
With a stain so embedded
No soap washed it clean

And his guts were as worn
As his second hand pants
That failed to shield him
From a sudden cold wind

But his soul was as solid
As his thick woolen coat
The one thing that seemed
To always feel brand new


  1. The soul breaks on through to the other side....
    good poem....

  2. Great writing!! I'm giving you a couple thumbs in the right direction for this one. 👍👍