I lived in Queens, for about a week.
The view was great,
Down to the street.
I took a walk, down memories’ lane.
And noticed I, had missed my train.
A few guys snuck, up on me.
I was scared, I felt free.
They made me laugh,
And became my mates
I had to laugh, at my first mistake,
Was judging them, before we ate.
NOTES – Good hearts come in strange places….