Place to Be

Days the weather sits

in the endless sky,

the clouds drifting by.

The winter's snow,

summer's heat,

same street.

Nothing changes

but the faces, the people,

all the things they do

‘spite of heaven and hell

or city hall—

Nothing's wiser than a moment.

No one's chance

is simply changed by wishing,

right or wrong.

What you do is how you get along.

What you did is all it ever means.