Among The Daily Stroll Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

Nothing left to disfigure, nor anything to shape,
Safe places have become a footnote among the daily stroll
He has difficulties living with the fact that so many people have died,
Place that are supposed to be home, without them don't feel like a home
Considering the worst case scenarios, working his way up,
But right now it's not working
Payoff left over,
Coin fountain dry and the water is afraid
So is he,
As the stop signs of current life yield little chance to go