The Walking Soul
I walk a walk on concrete
Each step follows another
My soul is worn with holes
Searching for another
Each window I pass
A refection of my own
I cross the cross across
A red light warns me
I need to keep walking
I pass by another
I see a pretty eye
Reflecting back at me
Looking into her soul
A soul I wish to meet
Asking with a low breath
Would you walk with me
Sir I cannot for my soul
Has many holes
Then
We shall repair them
Then
Walk down this road
Together
Copyright © Bobby May | Year Posted 2020
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