Down the Street

Down the street,
there are friends and foes.
I go for walks and wave to them all.
What they are doing, no one knows.
If I need sugar, I know who to call.
Down the street,
not one house is the same.
I go for walks and look at them all.
Each vacant house must have a name.
The houses we build will someday fall.
Down the street,
I notice others just like myself –
others resembling sisters and brothers.
When I see them in pain, I must help;
a skill I learned from my mother.
Down the street,
there are houses that we must see.
I’ll walk by with my head held high.
Down the street,
I see neighbors feeling oh, so free
all before the street lights die.