I met a raggedy man, by chance, by fate, or because it was the right time. I spotted him around town. He had a broad smile and a coffee in his hand.
These are such happy times that I can’t even find the time to breathe. Perhaps it’s the same man who, as a child, was shaken by the wind and by the endless desire to do all those things that shouldn’t be done. Let’s get things straight, not a rascal… not too naughty at least.
All he wanted to do was hug the letters and smell the fragrance of the sand. Then, once the rain stopped, he would find endless seas and pirate ships in every puddle. Wow! We are all born raggedy. Now I know.