It is that time of day that I like
The sun is soft on my face
And I am ready to wish it goodnight
We walk with broom in hand
And high hopes of reward
Only on this street, toxic way do we walk
And knock on door with anticipation
Of a good deed to do
May we sweep your porch for a quarter?
i ask with a smile
Time doesn't move and nothing is around the corner
It is only the Dust and us with a quarter as
Well Bazooka Joe still be there
Wait for my mouth, my tonhis ue,
And teeth wait for our sincerest
Laughter and love and our pockets
So so deep with a quarter
And two more we'll be
There, but first we
Must move this Dust
Sweep our brooms
And stay firm.
There...just at it appeared in my notebook. Edit it chum! Edit it good like!
(this is primarily for a sope who has proclaimed his proficiency in such things as Engilsh grammar and what-nots. If you
want to critique or edit do so with honesty. I am not a poet, but alas, i have to take this poetry class for entry into
certain fiction classes. cheers.)
