Turning Point
Rumbling hunger
And unquenching thirst
Smokey windows
The shutters stained
With memories and feelings
Of past generations
Leaving rust and soiled souls
Left to linger behind
Rain drizzling down
Wiping off the mud-stained minds
Cracking laughter
And flickering lights
Shield the beginners
With the faith that change
Isn't always bad.
HMM 5-11-98
