Everybody Knows

He has to walk the other streets

And he wears a different style of clothing

He can’t visit the same places anymore

And he’s got to smile at cashiers for friends

His eyes glance downward when certain cars pass

And he clings to his pride according to what his shame allows

He doesn’t need love anymore because love won’t have him

And his feet hurt from being perpetually on the move

A bird passes by, softly gliding above the cemetary lawn

Where he sits thinking, peacefully alone

Because he knows, with a sudden pulse

That everybody knows about him


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