SEE WHAT THESE EYES SEE
Sunday morning I open my eyes, put on my clothes
And go outside,
Seven miles walking, fast, seven miles walking, people
Watching.
The world knows me, they wave as they drive on by,
Riding their bikes,
They ride on by waving or nodding as to them I am the
Walking man.
Westward walking then back to the East, my feet are
Moving always,
Seven miles walking, older but faster, I journey with
Her in my head.
I watch as the clouds move and change, the wind chases
The hills,
Leaves are raining from the trees, Fall Is In our day,
Winter's on its way.
People walk together holding hands, smiling and talking
About nothing,
They step aside so that I may race on by, I receive a
Hello and a look.
See what these eyes see as I journey across what I've
Never seen,
I am known, I am friends' with the streets, they know
When I am there.
Keith Garrett
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