Tin Man
I know the tin man feels pain.
Sees the sun cry in the rain.
Knows the leaves miss the trees
With every Autumn breeze.
I know the scarecrow
Stands forever in slumber.
One sunrise
And his blue sky will be revealed.
He'll walk away
That Summer's day
To leave an empty field.
And every down and out will hope.
And the lion we are will cope,
And not shy away.
When our hearts are torn
Our dreams won't stray
Too far.
And isolate,
Vegitate
Crying that our stars expire too soon.
Just know
The ocean
Is waving at the moon.
Yes, the tin man
Feels the pain,
Yet hears the river sing
And the jangling
Of its keys,
Bringing peace to all it frees.
When the scarecrow
Dines at the Ritz
In clothes of city gents.
When shy lion sees some sense
And roars with confidence.
Then the yellow brick road
We all have strode
Will lead to our Emerald city.
It's a pity
That the tin man will corrode.
And still feels that pain.
But love means walking in the rain.
poem by Kevin East
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