Sylvia Chidi

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New York - Poem by Sylvia Chidi

New York, New York
A city that breathes endlessly
Dollars are spent carelessly
New York, New York
A city of squares and blocks
And the Stars roll and rock
While tourist flock
Like sheep cornered in squares

Entertainment, clubs and theatres
Is all that seems to matter
Twenty four seven
Alive in heaven

New York
A taxi takes you round and round the blocks
I end up in Madison Square
Where I started out twenty minutes before
But who cares?
This is New York
Every where there are open doors

New York, New York
A city that never sleeps
Everywhere you must leave a tip
But this city is worth the trip
New York, New York
A city of numbers and avenues
And elongated queues

It is true
I see now, I know now
About what they say about New York!


Comments about New York by Sylvia Chidi

  • Silver Star - 3,289 Points Walterrean Salley (9/16/2014 9:20:00 PM)

    You’ve painted a very interesting picture of New York. Fun to read. Thank you. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, November 18, 2011


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