I have made this city suit me
Through out the years you stay the same...
A constant reminder
You stay the same
The noise is a blessing
It keeps my mind off trashing you
Still I find peace in your surrounding solitude
Old garbage
Although you have stayed with me since childhood
My birth place
Blessed does the streets seem
Less dangerous than these wide sidewalks
I have counted on these
To know the trick, as to seem not to care
Breather easily
You will be the same
Day once more, than day
Many times I’ve said goodbye
Only to be here once more
Hectic invitations to write you again
You’re overwhelming to me
Buildings as high as the heavens
Prices to live, higher
Only if I care to see
Today you are annoying me
Tomorrow my heart’s desire
Sweet city by the bay
Never same as the most
Is Powell & Post
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is my favorite.It makes me want to go to SF.