Man stakes his claim in the sidewalk
And a gaze of eyes lays down upon him,
As green may turn the color to red
But he won’t stop ‘til passed he is—

Approaches the young one at lies in ponder
Where the grieving man needs his life to live,
For in his days once early
The beloved charm had him too covered

Now, as the steps are taken,
The young one’s eyes with water fill
Why?
Please don’t hurt me—

But carnal desire laid him low
When he stopped and bled “no, no, no,”
Yet the grieving man sought his own heart’s door
In search of the key to youth—

Perhaps the key was inside.