The Drifter

i have seen the ways of the world,

When daylight brings with it the chores,

Some that lingers long after dusk.

So thankful for day’s end, the night brings with it some rest.

.

I sit on the sidewalk, a keen observer,

Smoking, leaning against the wall.

Watching the kind of feet that walk the tarmac,

Some drag,

while others sprint,

Some walk leisurely,

While others skip.

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It tells a story – those feet that walk the tarmac,

It tells touching stories,

Some that has lived the good life,

While some have been broken down,

And others, exist.

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I sit on the sidewalk, an old man now,

Smoking, Inhaling weed, hallucinating,

It keeps me alive in a dead world.

-shobana-

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