When dreams bear no solace
and the future creeps sheepishly buy,
there is no time for a tear,
when all you want is to cry.
Days filled with dogged wait
and nightmares passing fast.
the sun will rise somewhere.
But don’t worry, time doesn’t last.
It’s a small world in a small town.
Steps lead out or lead down.
Smiles greet when the knowing meet.
Whispers shared on the street.
I see her face, a welcome friend.
As I do with no end.
A turn found a dead end street.
But smiles return when the new to meet.