i can't care for others that ignore me

i can't care for others that ignore me

i'd rather be harrassed, raped, or robbed

i just don't exist to this fifty year old stranger

not that there's anything wrong with that

but i'm not concentrating where he distracted me

with a choice of a million places to park

now where did he go; i didn't follow

and wasn't he here the same time yesterday

or was it another fairly new white scooter

he left his helmet on the floor board

now he's back, looking relieved

must have walked off to pee's what i think

now his helmet's back on, engine started

he's driving away on the bike path

 good riddance

 

i can't care for those who don't ignore me

the young man on a scooter who honks the horn

and shouts 'hello' as he passes by

the man on a bicycle who risks crashing to get a look at me

and the pretty young woman who is discreet

to talk and take a chance i'm disengaged

stops her scooter to see how i'll react

drives away when i don't pay attention

and when i look lost, oh what an opportunity

to meet, to help, to maybe befriend me

i wish i was lost but i can't make believe

i know too well where my going will lead

to death, enjoy life the best until death

with one partner, one rider, one lover

others may wish and look for it

i needn't any longer bother

 

8-20-13