the cafe , the coffee and view

i sat in a cafe drinking coffee,

and gaze at the world outside ,

this is my way to start my day ,

as i put my breifcase aside,

The smell of coffee beans ,

that surround´s this cafe,

it´s the best time of my day ,

i really have to say ,

But as i was dreaming ,

about what this day would bring ,

i looked out of this cafe window ,

and saw the strangest thing ,

A little girl is kneeling at a corner ,

dirty coat and shabby hat ,

she is kneeling on the cold wet ground ,

on a soaking carbord mat ,

 In front of her is a rusty tin ,

as she sings for all to see,

people pass like she isn´t there ,

it´s so wrong and my heart agree´s,

Here i am drinking coffee,

like i have no worries in my world,

until i looked out that window ,

at what just accord ,

Shame and guilt built up inside me ,

as my eyes are fixed on her ,

thinking quietly to myself ,

she must be somebody´s daughter,

I jumped from my seat,

left that dam coffee behind ,

i ran outside to help that girl ,

but she was noware to be found ,

That stupid cup of coffee ,

if i was just a little earlier ,

i could have helped that little girl ,

and maybe even save her ,

This is the world we live in now ,

as my day must begin ,

but when i  go home i wont be alone ,

hug´s and kisses i will give my children .

the  end 

writen 

by 

paul o carroll