I awoke this morning in my new home
Never before owned a home of my own
Until yesterday, a man to me unknown
Said to me he saw a light I have not been shown

A suite-case he gives me he no longer needs
Preaching clarity with each word that he bleeds
He walks a jagged path wherever it leads
His words echo the voices that he heeds

I am homeless walking through the icy breeze
Curious to see if the case contains anything to seize
Perhaps winter clothes to keep warm in the nighttime freeze
But instead I see a sight that brought me to my knees

Prayers long forgotten answered in paper green and leaf
Numbers to stagger my eyes and make me feel a thief
Who would give this gift at a meeting strange and brief
Following an unseen path of Heaven's glory and belief

And there I stood by an open house waiting to be sold
On a December day as I was shaking from the cold
I walked inside and smelled the scent of paper gold
Drifting from the case that made me feel so bold

And there was a dealer of estates as real as daylight dreams
Obtained in stacks of currency cut from painted rhymes
Gifted by a man who thinks that life ain't all it seems
Ending just as mine reveals a world of vivid themes

This morning out my window the cries came out his mouth
To keep warm tonight perhaps he should start walking south
I used his wealth to buy his home and real estate dealer spouse
I believe that one man's faith is another man's open house

12/14/2011

Author's Note: I started out trying to write a better, more serious end of the world poem than "and on the last day", but somehow it turned down a side street and I wrote this odd poem. I just wrote this and have not even read it straight through, so I may be editing it and adding another stanza near the end, but I found myself laughing at the end and decided to post it now. Feel free to say whatever you like, but don't take it too seriously. What I was aiming for was a sad ending about someone who took the end of the world scenerio of the Mayans to heart and decided to sell his house and give away all his money. Don't mind me, I'm just crazy... jj

Posted on 12/14/2011
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