A Loneley Wanderer........

My transparent bag full with coloured balls
Some compassion cultured, some inscribed just
Some wrapped in dollars, some coated with lust
Set upon to play, life a tempest stalls
A mob flocks, tears off emotional walls
Crushed, tricked and robbed I bite the poison dust
Daggers and knives bear names of whom I trust
Knocked out with bleeding heart, my soul appalls

Here I am before you an empty shell
No compassion, no love vain all my feats
No dollar, no lust to lure me to hell
Out at duck, I march to pavilion seats
Watch the game people play, I bid farewell
Will wander again in these lonely streets