I saw a poor Mexican man with a blue hat and a limp
Who picked up a lottery ticket
That he hoped and prayed and wished would be the ticket to end his limp
And would buy him a suit to match his blue hat
I saw a lady in black and beige during rush-hour
She picked a yellow flower on a busy and very dirty sidewalk
And handed the yellow flower to her son
Who was in a stroller
And he admired the flower and did not seem bothered by the music of traffic
And drivers with broken signal lights
Who are forced to shout in order to change lanes in this part of town
The lady in black and beige
And her son in the stroller with the yellow flower
And the poor Mexican man with the blue hat and a limp
Helped take my mind off the fact that I was headed
To a place where speeches are made
And laments are expressed through too many Kleenex tissues
And a person who can neither see nor touch
Rests in a casket
And has no control over the people who will miss
This person's phone calls and text messages at 11:30 at night
With surprising news
Or a simple "good night."
