My Little Poem

I walk down the street.
I notice the birds.
Dogs, cats, mice and all others.
As I walk by by, I have no care.
I got to do what I got to do.
Nothing else matters.
Hobos come ask me for change,
and I just walk by.
People try to hand me papers,
that are worthless.
I push away.
I stop in front of a window...
I see myself.
I look no different the the others.
I walk back take the paper.
Hand the hobo some change.
Walk back and play with the dog.
Smell the air and twirl.
I look in a window.
I see a smile.
Thats what's different.