His clothes don’t quite fit him right.
He is waiting until he loses weight
Before updating his wardrobe.
That’s been the plan for the last 15 months.
He changes his name when ordering his coffee.
He goes in alphabetical order.
Today he is Gloria.
Tomorrow he will be Hieronymus.
The baristas know him and usually just write Bob.
He actually likes clowns and spiders.
His father taught him to never lie about facts.
Only about feelings.
He drops pennies from his pockets
Hoping little kids will find them
And believe in luck.
He used to believe in luck.
Now he believes in foggy days.
His mother no longer understands him.
He prays most days,
Creaky knees bent and hands together,
But he spends the entire time
Apologizing to God
For not believing in Him.
Yet he still believes in foggy days.
When he sings in the park
On his daily walks
He hopes a random stranger
Will join in and write his biography.
Today’s song is Seasons of Love.