Let me shift some gears,
And then lift some ears,
Or eyebrows. Either way,
Who am I to say,
What a grifter fears?
I'm a drifter here,
Walking alone by the bay,
Just wishing I could stay.
Alas hunger twist my peers,
In their fists some beers.
Hurled like the can into the fray,
Hoping I'll again say hello one day.
YOU ARE READING
While I was Away
PoesíaThe poetry I wrote while trying a different platform. Credit to the OG publishing site on the cover, #Poemia.
