people on the street.
chance to meet.
some are bitter.
some are new.
find a way to help.
just a smile, another mile.
choices are hard, sometimes few.
when your young , have more fun.
I was young ,joined the army.
didn,t grow up big farmy.
not a farm , a way.
a job, any job, way.
lifted my mom from her despair, a while.
crippled by Parkison disease, not at ease.
i'm in a freeze .
the night is chill.
pay while you can.
fan still sees the field.
players running, looking for a win.
some are second string, what's that thing.
standing on the corner, were all there.
helping hand, where despair.
Categories:
farmy, introspection,
Form: I do not know?