The Mystery
Walking down the stairs
I pass a woman dabbing her eyes
Why is she crying?
Walking down the street,
Two grannies point--laugh
I smile back. What was so funny?
Walking along the path,
A couple argues
What's the matter?
Walking home,
I meet a friend.
Others see a mystery--
I can only see myself.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
The Mystery
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