It was a cold cold winter icy snowy day
kind you want to stay in bed not stray
But I was young and that was not my way
Rain sleet wind or snow to work I would go
The car parked high on a Slippery hill
From early evening Nonstop it snowing still
Far down below still running the city bus
I struggled and slipped and fell and did cuss
Now the driver he was a pleasant guy
But pointed to his head much more smarter than I,
"Sorry son me and the bus are only going to the garage."
Silly me I envisioned morning sunshine it was a mirage.
The bus barn was less than a mile from work
Sounded an easy walk in snow for this jerk
But the problem the Bus barn was near skid row
Heavy crime area but off to work I had to go
Not a sound of life it was a silent falling show
Slipping and sliding I was walking very slow
Thug and drunk two guys came from the shadows
Alone and in danger There was little time to go
"Let's cut this dude up I get the hat you the coat!"
It was decision time to run not stay to hear them gloat
It is not your style man and its' only two on one
Kept my hand in my pocket they would wonder is it a gun?
In a bold move I walked quite boldly straight ahead
And looked in their eyes as they approached and said,
"You might try if your lucky last thought in your head."
I have often wondered what would have happened had I run?
In a heavy parka slip after all it was two on one
AS I passed I saw my fear had entered their eyes
But walking alone in skid road is never very wise
True story: I have learned in my old age to be much more
mellow. Snows today I stay in bed.