A Child Can Make Any Day...
He lost his woman long ago
Like cupid with an arrow but no bow
Time moves swift but for him it’s slow
Always staring at his two feet
Constantly going against the flow
He walked alone down the street
His mind racing with a cigarette
Recalling his life but with regret
Wishing to be dry but getting wet
Love once tasted so sweet
Only wanting to forget
He walked alone down the street
His face was wrinkled old
Like stories often told
Holding his jacket in the cold
As if a soldier in retreat
Life’s so quick to unfold
He walked alone down the street
Rain begins to fall down fast
He’s hoping to plunge into the past
A child watched him as he passed
Not looking for a win but defeat
Thinking he wont be able to last
He walked alone down the street
The blue-eyed child chased him down
Splashing the puddles on the ground
As he touched his hand he lost his frown
And his broken view was made complete
The lonely man was finally found
They walked together down the street
Copyright © Luke Steadman | Year Posted 2009
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