Spare Change.

The woman walks on high shoes,
Waiting to be swept off in day,
Trying to just go straight through,
And satisfy in every way.

The man acts like he won't care,
And goes rampant in his ways,
He won't go ahead and stare,
The one charade he can't fake.

The moon will howl at them,
The sun will force new plans,
Burning eyes like gems,
Love will fold them in soft hands.