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Street Life

by  Margrethe

Posted: Sunday, August 24, 2003
Word Count: 104
Summary: This is about a man I once saw sitting on the street one night on my the way from the theater. We did not speek, but our eyes met for a split second. It will take a long time before I forget that look of wisdom, yet filled with total resignation.




Woke up in the morning,
warmed up by the sun.
Seems I chose the wrong day,
to tamper with that gun.

One more day to go then?

Woke up in the morning,
tickled by the wind.
Seems I chose the wrong day,
to commit that final sin.

One more day to go then?

Woke up in the morning,
mellowed by the rain.
Seems I chose the wrong day,
to prove myself insane.

One more day to go then?.

Laying stiff one morning,
frozen by the snow.
Seems I didn?t have to chose,
I?ve left this life we know.

No more days to go then?