Step by step I move my feet
I look around at the beauty on the street
People are running, walking, but not riding bicycles
One poor guy slid on the ice left by a fallen icicle
Everybody has somewhere to go
Where they go, I do not know
Few go slow and more go fast
One lady's walking because her car's out of gas
People pass people but don't notice them
We all just want to go home and be in our dens
Maybe we should stop and sit down and talk
These are the thoughts I have as I walk
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Poetry by Joey
PoesíaMy own poems that I write that I hope everyone enjoys. I touch up on some serious issues, and I hope everyone can take them seriously. I hope you like my poems :)
