Kinda sad

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Written years ago after seeing an older woman on the streets of Seattle (who really did have lime green socks), and imagining her plight.

Angeline
On a cold park bench
In her lime green socks with a fresh-baked muffin
It’s a good day
Not like all the rest
With a little bit of sleep and a whole lotta nothing

And most people do not stare
As if she wasn’t there
With a somber sigh, she’s up and on her way

Angeline
On her eight block rounds
Humming a song, finds another beer bottle
And when she’s done
She goes round again
“Well you never know what you missed,” she mutters

With her bright white plastic bag
A rainbow-knitted hat
And a heart that lives with everyday in grey

Well you don’t tell her the sun is always shining
And you don’t insist that life gets better
No you don’t hand her some silver lining
There’s no fooling Angeline

She doesn’t look her name
And her sweet little song is her one companion
So what you see, you’ll never know
The eyes cast down to the old boots draggin

But she’ll read you like a book
With one sideways look
She’s a mystery behind a leather face

And you don’t tell her the sun is always shining
You don’t insist that life gets better
No you don’t hand her some silver lining
There’s no fooling Angeline
On a cold park bench…
In her lime green socks…
With a fresh-baked muffin…