The beautiful lights of the city
Shining bright and low
Glimmer in the shadows of smoke
Of monstrous vehicles...
People riding home
In their cozy cars
Some stuck in the overcrowds
Of oil stinking buses
A man with a smile on his face
But the sadness of life written all over face
Wrinkles..
Telling the stories of other times
A girl walking by
Head hung low
Gazing into deep earth
A teenage boy
Selling baked beans
And roasted meat balls
Tired of serving others
In a age
Which should be all to him
Only
I wonder
Sitting on this dusty pavement
Looking at the people
Walkimg books
What is there story?
Hidden in their hearts...deep
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