It is a Friday afternoon
Where the warmth of the Autumn Sun
Greets my chest and puts a squint in my eye
As if I am a friend
Pedestrian do their dance of avoidance.
While I keep watch for dogs on a leash
That bump and trip up my walking stick
Bicycles, Trucks and Taxi Cabs, everywhere,
Looking for a fare to carry or a place to stop and rest
It’s nice for once, to be a smiling face,
Walking though brightly lit leaves and
Enjoying the scent of the day
As tomorrow is the ‘Day of the Dead’
and tomorrow, everything will begins it's decay.
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