The People On The Street Poem by Tony Adah

The people we see on the street
Are ghosts of themselves
They live
But they are not the ones
They drive in luxury SUVs
You will never know they're driving
On the last litre
They live
Dressed in designers suits
You will never it's a gift
They live
With modelled faces
You never know they have at home
Some broken marriages
They live
You can never tell who they are
Until Ole is the song of the street
You can never know they're thieves
There are an assortment of people
In the street
You never know who is husband or wife
Or a spinster or bachelor.
When they tell you they have money
It is all radio money
They dress to show
They talk to boast
All ghosts of themselves.