Today is a day of disaster -I'm on the same bar.
Old known people pass by, it's only my cousin that
I call, as he goes to buy cigarettes and bread.
And through the glass, women look upon their shoulders
I should be doing something else, in these times.

But, I'm sorry, it is the best I can do
I wonder if I can pay this bill- couples speak about their past.
And it's hard to speak without anger,
Of these times, yes, it's very hard to speak without anger.

But I am glad that some are together and have children
for their happiness.
I know I would be better doing something else, more than reading poetry.
Like the girl I was here years ago with did.
I'm glad some like them got married.

Now through the glass, women look upon their shoulders
should I be doing something else,
In these times?