He asked me if I believed in god today
And I smiled
And stirred my coffee
And shrugged off the question
And avoided his gaze.
I walked home today
Twisting the ring on my finger
Listening to the music in the distance
Someone's playing a piano on the street
And I sat next to an old man and listened.
He drew on his pant leg with a marker
And looked wistfully at the sky
Holes in his hat and
No shoes on his feet
And I asked him if he believed in god
He looked at me
With a wrinkled face that had seen many lives
And pointed to the girl on the piano
And smiled at me
And said "This is god", and nothing more
So there I sat
With an old man and a little girl on the piano
And my feet were hot
So I gave him my shoes
And bid him adieu
So I walked back home
And looked him in the eyes
And said I met god
And he looked at me
And we went on with our lives
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 1:00 PM UTC
He asked me if I believed in god today
And I smiled
And stirred my coffee
And shrugged off the question
And avoided his gaze.
I walked home today
Twisting the ring on my finger
Listening to the music in the distance
Someone's playing a piano on the street
And I sat next to an old man and listened.
He drew on his pant leg with a marker
And looked wistfully at the sky
Holes in his hat and
No shoes on his feet
And I asked him if he believed in god
He looked at me
With a wrinkled face that had seen many lives
And pointed to the girl on the piano
And smiled at me
And said "This is god", and nothing more
So there I sat
With an old man and a little girl on the piano
And my feet were hot
So I gave him my shoes
And bid him adieu
So I walked back home
And looked him in the eyes
And said I met god
And he looked at me
And we went on with our lives
