The Monkey and the Organ Grinder
Times Square Subway, NYC
Staring At The Sun
“When I was a kid my father used to say
I had dreams when I was your age.
I don’t get it. Why do people change?
I swear I will never be that way.
Staring at the sun, I see a brighter day.
Should I look away?
Staring at the sun, I feel it’s warm embrace.
Should I walk away?“
--Wendy and Lisa