A Homeless' Poem

One day I was walking along Far Rockaway Beach. Suddenly, someone (may be a homeless) passed me and gave a piece of paper on which a poem was written. I took a minute for reading it and then I asked him whether the poem was his own hand-writing or not. He looked frankly to speak that it was his creativity. Giving $ 2, the man looked so happy and said thank you. The poem he gave the title on “Individual” was written like this:

Individual

For as the wind may blow,
Only my spirit knows,
What life has in store,
For my eyes see,
What’s in front of me,
But only my heart and mind know,
What would truly be,
What shall I say,
O Heart of mine,
Can you feel the way?
And what Shall I say,
O mind of mine,
Do you know the way?
Which is what I do not know,
But what I have found,
My spirit shows,
That my trust in God,
There where He follows.

Gus Bryant