Lucy was 7 and a head of blue barrettes City born, into this world with no and no regrets Had a piece of yellow chalk which she'd draw upon the street The many faces of the locals that she would meet
There was Joshua, age 10, of the block Who always her milk money at the morning bus stop There was Mrs. and her poodle She always a wave and holler on her weekly trip Down to the parlor
And she drew, men, women, kids, sunsets, And she drew, skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, Always said to passersby, they'd ask her why she passed her time lines to concrete, but she would only smile
Now all the other living in or near her building Ran around like tyrants, soaking up the open fire They would say, "Hey little Lucy, come jump double dutch?" Lucy would pause, look, and say, "I'm busy, thank you much"
Well, well, one year and believe it or not She covered last inch of the entire sidewalk and she stopped "Lucy, after all this, you're giving in today?" She said, "I'm not giving in, I'm finished", and walked
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was 37, and introverted somewhat Basement apartment in the building she grew up in She traded in her blue for long locks held up with a clip in her yellow chalk for charcoal sticks
And she drew, little Bobby who would come to the porch And she drew, the mailman, delivered at 4 Lucy had very little contact with the outside her cubicle day But she found it suitable, and she liked it way
She had a man now, Rico, similar, They would only see each other once or twice a on purpose They appreciated and Rico was an artist too So they'd connect on Saturdays to share the pictures that drew
Now every month or so, she'd get a upon the front door Just one of the Actin' nice, although she was a strange girl, sad "Hey, Lucy, wanna me for some lunch?" Lucy would and say, "I'm busy, thank you much"
And they would make a weird face the second the door And run and tell their friends how truly crazy was And knew what people thought but didn't care 'Cuz while they spread their through the street She'd another masterpiece
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Lucy was 87, upon her bed At the senior home, she had previously checked in in the locks and clips for a head rest Traded in the sticks for arthritis, it had to happen
And she drew no more, just sat and watched the Had a television in the room that she'd turned on Lucy pinned up a life worth's of pictures on the And sat and smiled, looked each one over, just to at it all
Now Rico, he had passed, 'bout 5 years So the visiting hours pulled in a big flock o' She'd never spoken once the spanning of her life Until the day she forward, grinned and pulled the nurse aside And she
"Look, I've never had a dream in my Because a dream is what you wanna do, but haven't pursued I knew I wanted and did it till it was done So I've been the dream that I wanted to be day one!"
Well, the jumped back She'd never heard Lucy even talk, 'specially words like She walked over to the door, and pulled it closed Then Lucy blew a kiss to each one of her and she died
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