A soft shoe slips the floor,
pushing aside sawdust and
broken promises; the cost
of today releases the cash for night.
Empty back pockets hold dreams
without conviction. Black sunglasses
shape the truth. Pearly white smiles
spread a net; the hungry listen to
anything, full stomachs walk by.
Street vendors speak the truth. Its
a long walk to the end of any journey.
Some never start. The shame is in
not trying.
Roger Singer 