See the old man
Selling flowers on the road
How unfortunate to be him
Worn clothes and wilted roses
Tires brush past old shoes
As if he ceases to exist
Walking on the white line
He strives to continue
Few coins in his pocket
Responsibilities dwindle
Freedom is bountiful
With flowers in his hands
See the old man
Selling flowers on the road
How I'd long to be him
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Comments
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Very true if only if only life were that easy and bush didn't make the U.S look so cheesy XD
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simple life, simple problems. enviable. Nice sean.


