The closing time beautiful people . . .

taking chances every day
from dawn 'till dark of e'en
i wonder where the lonely are
out hoping to be seen

lost amid their thoughts and plans
thay seldom tell their tales
there are those who judge them
as they wander secret trails

their hopes and fears are huddled
like umbrellaed heads
under stormy attitudes
ducking fears and dreads

looking for a partner
to help them while away
another loney empty night
and another lonely day

1985