Reach Out
By Lone Poet
Walking down my street I see people I want to greet I can’t, for I’m too shy, Really don’t know why They don’t notice me Or birds flying so free Busy with their own lives, Going on long drives If I could only reach, Grab that lone peach Show them I am good, Don't want to be rude Would it matter anyway, What exactly would I say? Small talk for a second or two, A few words, "Hi, how are you? Maybe they’d answer, too, If only I knew what to do But my pride gets in the way, Soul hidden in a world of gray I pray for one kind, close friend, Who will be there until the very end Through thick or thin, sun, rain or snow, If I could just reach out and let them know © 11/29/01, 3/15/04 SmSIt's so hard for me to say or show how I feel, it's easier to write it down. Written March 7th, 2002 © on Mar 06 2002 06:08 PM PST, Sheryl Marcia Schwartz 12 • 11 • 1
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"Walking down my street..."