She Face Front

She head was high, legs pedaled sure

She rode by he to the store

He came to wait each day

Some times not to show

He know she shoes, the three pair she ware

The pants or skirt did change but few

The skirt with floral colors, pants or slacks

Only once he see the denim she ware.

No holes or wrinkles from long use

She never turned to see he pants

Stain, worn, from work abuse

Shy he plotted to get she name

She head face front, on a mission

Each day a smile, he dare to sight

Half way running toward the light

It turn green, she moves away.

He wait till she pass next day

But had no words to say

She head held high she pedal sure

The picture go by he leaves it pure.


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