women
i urge you
to get rolling
the dough
for to make a
difference in the
lives of
others so
they can cry
so better
yet set
your
bread
behind
and pick
up and
chop an
onion for
fake tears
are better
than no
thing
A new dawning
And yawning
Before my eyes clear
I hear
The chirps from the birds
Those pleasing words
As they near my sill
Then a tap with their bill
Busily going about their business
In alertness
Their presents is consoling
As it was time to get rolling
Their sounds seem to blend with modern life
Our daily strife
And I wondered how they could acclimate to their surroundings
How challenging
While ten ton cars rush down the streets
Our city sparrow’s sits and eats
While they are within inches of this fury
Upon the trees they sit with glory
They build their nests in unnoticed places
While our world embraces
And their purpose is clear
For here
They bring cheer
To the city streets