The Hustle©

Copyright 1998, 2015

By Felina Silver Robinson

The gleam of twilight catches your eye

Around the corner, around the bend

Where is that friend of mine?

Just where has he been?

Looking through that gleam of twilight again

Where is he going? I do not know

What is he made of, that dear friend of mine?

For he’s full of joy, and wonderful cheer,

He looks straight into that gleam of twilight again.

Be careful for the twilight is quite dangerous

Unless you are meant to see,

The joy that

It brings to all those that be.