this evening is getting cold for my 67 years
let me wrap my shawl a little closer around my neck
pity it doesn't cover my uncovered legs
why does she stare at me so
a little extra warmth
appreciated not needed so much...
anymore
haven't paid my dues for the day
haven't made enough money today
please dont stare, i am not crying
a long fare that's all it'd take
so i could go home, perhaps sleep in peace
red light
need to inch my way closer...
somemore
mother must be calling
have to run before they all start
the lights glare, i keep my eyes closed
what i don't see is not really there
look at her staring at me
there is my destination, the steps i need
little more
that child will get hurt if not careful
my driver's frown doesnt ease
poor old man... his shawl doesnt even cover his shivering legs
can remain red for an eternity... can watch without cringing
i used to feel yesterday
today,
it makes a difference
nomore
