When all the bad begins
And the luck starts to run dry.
When all the good times become grey.
And the sadness begins again.
Just be grateful that you're still human.
Able to feel and digest
Small blips like this
Infinitesimal in the big picture.
A chime the dime makes falling on the pavement
In the middle of a busy street
In the middle of nowhere
Around thousands of strangers.