The balloon seller

You stood along a dusty rod
Watching cars passing by
Your bicycle stood before you
As loyal and silent company

You saw some children who took note
Of birds who flew way up high
And knew that they would like what you
Would give in exchange of some money

You reached for a maroon balloon
Put some air to let it fly
And knew those children will come soon
To buy some nice balloons

You sold all that you had at noon
Your waist pouch full of precious notes
You whistled out your favorite tune
And rode your bike back home

Tomorrow is another day
To make the tiny children smile
Selling balloon is just the way
To travel mile by mile

13 May 06 23:10