On Beacon Street
A group of girls stand at the bus stop
Chatting away on how their days went
On Beacon Street
I sit on a bench and read my newspaper
Waiting for happiness to come for me
And to me
Thought to be truthful
I'd much rather it come to me sooner rather than later
The girls on Beacon Street stand a few feet away from me
Talking about their days in school
And the trouble they face on a daily basis
I finish reading my newspaper
And I fold it and put it next to me
The girls on Beacon Street look at me and then look away
And then one of them greets me
And I greet them all
The tell me of their life stories
Their successes and their struggles
And of what they've become today
And becoming the way they are today
I tell them I'm just an ordinary man
Working class with a working plan
I wish it would be easier these days for me
I wish it would be easier for a lot of people that I know
As we talk
The minutes slow down
And we're turning these few moments that we have into memories
As we await to head off soon on our own destinations
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