When I Go Out In Public
Posted by Dan on 02 Aug 2007 at 08:56 am | Tagged as: Poetry
When I go out in public
I
am
recognized
Some people I’ve met
And forgotten
Some people I haven’t-
But I feel bad
anyway
I sit down at a restaurant
And they know that
I like
Tiramisu
Or
Bacon
Sometimes, I forget to comb my hair
Or I have
“kid crumbs”
on my shirt
And I’m not
Puttogether
And I wonder,
More than I should,
What do people think?
Scooter Dan The Pastor Man
Went out to eat the other day
saw pastor Dan across the way
Had some bacon on his plate
hair not combed, a messed up pate
The PBJ crumbs in odd places
came from children’s dirty faces
Puttogether - I don’t care
It’s what’s inside, not clothes, not hair
Thank the Lord, Dan has a calling
he’s here with us, keeps me from falling
So what we think when we see him
is thank you God, please let us keep him
Wow. That is awesome. I would never have thought of useing “pate” where you did, but great word choice!