I Wish I Would Have Spoken

I wish I would have spoken to them.

Sitting on a bucket asking alms.

Arm outstretched, whom we oft condemn.

Eyes asking to tell me life once was a gem.

Now I am broken, once I sang joyous psalms.

I wish I would have spoken to them.

I once led men. I once had a dream.

I once went to work. I have daughters and sons.

Arms outstretched, whom we oft condemn.

My eyes turn away. I cough up my phlegm.

They are not my problem. Their mistakes, their goans.

I wish I would have spoken to them.

Mind disconnected. All lost in market mayhem.

Home taken back. Love called away, now higher to roam.

Arm outstretched, whom we oft condemn.

I will never know. My pride. My sin.

A lost chance to listen and suffering to stem.

I wish I would have spoken to them.

Sitting on a bucket asking alms.