Bruce Heldman
Bruce Heldman
I am restrained by the walls of man,
Judged and sentenced
Not of my plan.
I am a secret held close to the vest,
Forced to find refuge
Away from the rest.
I am a beggar. I am a sage.
Experiencing all
Through nothing but age.
I am retained by the thoughts of a few
In the wake of time
I briefly passed through.