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paint my skies with brilliant shades of blue
Remind me why we can’t try this again.Now that we know what’s at stake,we won’t make the same mistakesand if we do, we’re done for good, the end.But at least we’ll know what could have been
The way they live, eat, and dress
It's sad to look, for you do not care
I like to look because I truly care
Do you ever think of those people? I do.
Watching them steal or beg for a dollar or two.
Why does she keep coughing?
Its like she can't breath or something.
But I know she can breath
Because if she couldn't breath
She wouldn't be able to smoke!
I found him on the corner of Central Ave.
He just stood there smoking his cigarette
Making little white ghost with each exhale
Creating more clouds to shade the earth
He knows I'm watching, he's no fool
Not once in my life have I heard someone say
“Could you spare some change?”; no, they expect we will pay.
They sit with their signs, black words in black scrawl,
and hope as we each walk on by, one and all.
Here I stand with a poster board in hand.
I look at you as you try to avoid me.
In your A/C, as you turn the radio up.
I'm struggling.
I am dying on my knees, when I want to stand on my feet.
