A few lines from the heart

Skin and Bones

He's on his knees again

Begging all the passers by

For a coin or some bread

If he had never asked

He'd more likely be dead

I'm considered by few

To be a poor man

But I try my best

Working out my sympathy

For those that many detest

My mother and father

Taught me lessons in love

But God has taught me

That it's better to be blind

So love can be free

The color of my skin

Is a slight shade of olive

My brothers and sisters

Are many shades of you

And my love is never of colors

Under all our suites and dresses

Under all our colored vestments

Underneath our tattered robes

All we are is skin and bones

And then, there's the soul

-JM