The little boy a waiting
Looks up and turns around
I see tears of diamond falling
From his eyes down to the ground
And there stands a young woman
And shes forever on the run
Shes forever is regretting
Everything shes ever done
The man down the alley
with out a soul to speak
hes moving in slow motion
with no shoes on his feet
theres a pregnant lady prowling
without a husband in sight
shes out here all alone
in the middle of the night
there’s a gang of teens struttin’
hiding things beneath the clothes
they are looking for a victim
so notorious they’ll grow
theres a builder and a baker
watching the morning news
they have to work a job they hate
the one they even got to choose
and the school boy hes a wondering
about what his daddy said
“how can I be better than the rest”
Is what the poor boy said
The junkie in the park
Is looking for a fix
If he cant find what he wants
He’ll find another deadly mix
And the old man with his paper
Looks up and breaths a sigh
Because hes knows its nearing
The day that he will die
And every person in the street
Has a struggle in their life
And everyone will have to walk
Along the sharp edge of the knife.
Tim David Cook
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-struggles-of-life/
