Sitting there leaning against a wall,
begging for a green bill or 3 quarters,
you walked right by me.
Sitting there leaning against a wall,
begging for some recognition,
you walked right by me.
Sitting there on the other side of a wall,
blurting out an “Ahem!” or a cough,
you walked right my me.
Sitting there in a chair against a wall
in a nursing home or a prison,
you drove right by me.
© Andy Costello, Reflections
2018
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