Missed Connections in Madison
Today I saw a raggedy man.
Worn down, beat down, low down raggedy man.
No shoes on his feet, his life incomplete,
Nothing but the clothes he wore.
His eyes, they saw for miles and miles,
with memories of a million cries and smiles.
He has known love and he has known pain,
He has lost and he has gained,
his fortune, like the moon has waxed and waned.
His fortune lies not in jewels and gold,
His fortune is in his unbreakable soul.
I do not cry for this raggedy man I see,
For I was looking deep within,
The raggedy man is me. -mr. midnight
Does anyone else see me?
NOTE FROM THE MISSED CONNECTIONS CHIEF BOTTLE FINDER:
The Madison, WI missed connections featured a number of poems written by a “mr. midnight” this summer. I liked this one quite a bit as it reminded me of the raggedy times I’ve been through in the past (typically involving broken down cars, plastic trash bags containing personal effects, and long walks down decrepit city streets). The “unbreakable soul” is the key that starts the engine moving again, tho’. Not only do we see you, mr. midnight, we hear you loud and clear.