i'm that guy

See that guy walking down the street,

His shirt neat,

His tan pants cuffed and hanging.

I’m saying;

I’m him.

Now see that guy across the street,

A different look, a new beat,

Skinny jeans and a clingy tee.

I think;

That’s me.

That fighting couple standing on the corner,

The guy wishing things could be more normal,

Unshaved face and reddened eyes.

I'm there;

I’m that guy.

And kitty corner at the steeple,

The ringing bell that summons people,

The robed priest stands and welcomes them in.

Sometimes;

I’m him.

-BH