Inside the Mind of a Lonely Poet
The streets, they change, in times after the rain.
The puddles mirror reflections misaligned
As crowds of passerby look on in vain.
And dangling laces may trail behind.
While water penetrates a tired pair
Retired thoughts resurface in the mind.
Crowds of passerby find the time to stare.
The homeless start to look like those once known
And beg on hands and knees for time to spare.
Although the same-old sights become outgrown
It’s known by those who now cannot explain
And walked by those who wish to be alone.
Today my shoes came loose; I can’t complain
The streets, they change, in times after the rain.
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