child of the other side




1st Poem

My inspiration for this poem is the first stanza of the lyrics: 
Underneath the sky of red 
Is a storyteller sleeping alone 
He has no face and he has no name 
And his whereabouts are sort of unknown 
It made me think of a vagrant, homeless man, who has to beg for money. And in big city's, you have these vagrants who sell junk for a living, like flashlights, or whatever. So I made up the Laceman, a vagrant who sells shoelaces. I wanted to write something about the story of the Laceman. 
It's not the best I've written, but it's alright, I guess, though I couldn't get the rhythm quite right. Anyway, here it is: 


Laceman, oh Laceman 
Tell me your story 
Please, do 

Silver hair 
Wrinkled face 
And baggy clothes 
His kind, sad eyes emit 
Wisdom 

He’s always there 
Never leaves his place 
Selling shoelaces for a dime 
Waiting for his next customer 
In vain, he knows 

Everyday, I wonder 
Who the Laceman really is 
What’s his story 
Where’s he been 
Yet no one seems to know 

Laceman, oh Laceman 
Tell me your story 
Please, do


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