The Front Stoop

Here it comes suns on its way,
Sliding across the street marking a new day,

Whiling away time sitting on the front stoop,
Talking about our lives & loves on the street in our group,

Passing the time there as the temperature rises,
Watching the dramas unfold neighbours and tourists in crisis

Broken phones, lost keys, in the street locked out,
Whilst the local crazies cadge ciggies & sing & shout !

Our hearts are open and laid bare,
Crying, laughing, rocking, singing in our chair,

Whiling away hours sitting on the front stoop,
Stories of our lives & loves to keep us in the loop.