Treading Lightly

 

Treading lightly, feeling slightly

Underfed

Bedding tightly rolled up right be-

Hind my head

No ambition, one direction

Just conditions, no corrections

Singing for my dinner like a wanderin’ fool

Slowly getting thinner, hungry as a rule

On the kindness of strangers having travelled thus far

As I’m really no danger, and there’s space in the car

I might, in turn, in truth, in time,

Recite, return my use in rhyme