I open my eyes to the morning light

I look in the mirror and see the color of my eyes

                      Lines on my face, sure shows my age

I stepped out on a busy street I see women and our eyes meet

Does she best to smile at me or hide what’s underneath?

 The Loneness and pain in her eyes

 Wondering why it hasn’t end

Black dress with bright red shoes

To ashamed to see

What life has been?

She is out of work

She is buying time

She waiting to cross this busy street

 Why haven’t I ever cared at all?

  Deep in her eyes I see

 The women with the black dress and bright red shoes,

 She looks strong to me!

I look around me only to see what a busy street this is

Hopefully the next street will show greener traffic light to see.