I know this guy in a truck name “Gator”.
He drives by often while I’m waiting for bus #9…
I could walk down the street, maybe even pass Gator by.
Without a doubt, I could at least try …
Here comes gator with a grin on his face!
Gazing down at me as he saw me walking towards #9 bus stop.
Gator tossed a dime near me just as he passed me by.
Ten times the amount of penny thoughts he had given me.
Bold as can be gator pulled over and had me on his mind.
Countless times as he spoke I gained insight though his eyes.
Most often when I was waiting for,
He counted down the glory every single time!
How many dimes did he toss, I couldn’t begin to count?
One thing for sure, I could have bought a car with all those dimes!
Why didn’t I save those dimes, instead they junked my car!
Those dimes gator tossed, I tripped over them every single time!
I think someone else bought a new car with gators dimes!!
Instead of picking up those dimes,
I kept walking on by…
Once again Gator saw me waiting for bus #9.
He pulled over next to me and said “now listen”.
He tossed another dime with a flick from his fingers.
I tilted my head high and watched that dime go right on by.
Gator didn’t waste time telling me what was on his mind.
I finally realized why he tossed all those dimes.
Those dimes gator tossed shined with much insight.
With a grin on his face, he knew it every single time.
I said to Gator “Bro, I get it!”
I’m gonna write a note on that bus #9
With a grin on my face, I got into Gators truck while shaking my head back-and-forth.
He said to me,”Let’s get out of here where the road leads elsewhere…”
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