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