Walkabout

Lips bleed verbal blessings
Eyes glow silent urgancies
Crooked fingers tremble pleadingly
All I can do is smile tenderly

Sorry weathered mama
Forgive me crippled papa
My coins will not cure your dilemma
A sad reality of this living drama

Well hello friend! Yes I am a gringo
From the states I am but I know your lingo
I can rap with the best of you
And those are indeed used tires acting as my shoes

Isnt it nice not tying laces
While still able to walk about these places
And best of all I get to enjoy your dumbfounded faces