" THEY WERE DIFFERENT"


 He walked down the street full of laughter 
 And fun,

 He was poor with no money but no worries had he.


 She was from a different world, of money and 
 Material things,

 A young woman with everything but she had nothing.


 He was free with dreams' that were possibly only
 Dreams,

 What he wanted was only to be, what he wanted was she.


 She was art, dance, and culture passed on by a family,


 What she wanted was to be set free, treasure was 
 Not just money.

 He appeared as a man whose clothing meant he had 
 No worth,

 But what Is the worth of a well dressed man with 
 No integrity.

 They were different she and he, drawn together 
 By feelings,

 The heart, the eyes, the touch of man to woman and 
 Woman to man.

 They were different but they were the same, walking 
 Hand in hand,

 With what's love and pain.


                                                                                                           
          Keith Garrett