A Different Life

A Different Life The streets in the city Wet with promises of pleasure. Reveal amber reflections of squat ugly black cabs. Waiting to pick up Weaving groups Heightened by pleasure to destinations Of Bohemian pursuits of their own choosing. The Weekend is here It has a kick full of cheer If the setting is right. The reality is hidden In moments of jest. As temporarily we Become disguised from our own stress. We hide our yesterdays depression For all we want is the diversion of a weekly session. Yes! Living for the weekend isn't new. But as we party What about those That do not know the Back slapping camaraderie And the experience of Moments That reaffirm existence? Those that live each hour Uncertain of their fate. The ones that are without A home to call their own. Belongings that are minimal to say the least. The ones with big eyes watching through windows of Restaurants as Groups gorge on a Gluttonous feast. The runaways The lonely The hobos That are on paths Not always of their own choosing. Circumstance can be a BITCH! Especially when what surrounds you speak to you of things that are not always sustainable. Be thankful for your weekend sojourns into leisure But Spare a thought for those that can not share the pleasure The ones that look at the squat ugly black cabs with their amber lights Yet can only huddle in the doorways of their own choosing dreaming of a different life and respect. Be thankful for your weekend sojourns into leisure The Weekend is here It has a kick full of cheer If the setting is right. But as we party What about those That do not know the Back slapping camaraderie And the experience of Moments That reaffirm existence?