Saturday April 18, 2009
I walk home in the rain.
I’ve got a borrowed umbrella and a stolen shirt,
Less than a dollar in change in my pocket.
There are shoes on my feet.
I am fortunate.
I walk home in the rain.
I’ve got a borrowed umbrella and a stolen shirt,
Less than a dollar in change in my pocket.
There are shoes on my feet.
I am fortunate.
