Inner City Kids Poem by Practicing Poetess
Inner City Kids
Inner city kids amaze me
The resilience they display
No expensive toys for them
Still, they find a way to play
With just their imagination
They don't really ask for much
Give them two old cords of rope,
Soon, they're jumping Double-Dutch
At the trash dump, in the alley
A small group of boys is seen
Jumping on an old mattress
Like it was a trampoline
Setting off fire hydrants, squealing
Running through the water spray
Not a care in all the world,
On this gritty city day.
reminds me of how things used to be and now it's just a faded memory
I'm glad that I could bring back some old childhood memories for you, Louis, to make you feel like a kid in New York again! We all need to feel young from time to time!
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5/20/2024 4:30:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Growing up in the inner city. You hit it right on the head. Well done.
Thank you, Ray. I grew up in the suburbs, so it was a learning experience for me to write about this. I am amazed that these buoyant kids are so adaptable that they will play with whatever is available, even kicking an old tin can down the street!