Saturday, 30 June 2018

Four and Free in Fifty-Three



Out there in my homeward lane
On the range of all I see
Faces pass me on their way
I  see them they don't see me
With nothing much to do or say
I stealthy watch and shadow listen
Waiting for if only when
To see more clearly what I’m missing
How do people get that way
Too hard to smile on pavement walks
Living lives in struggle strives
Where lack of money loudly talks

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