In the heart of the city
I see beautiful people..
The clock towers broken,
Tall buildings eclipse the steeple.
Not a hair that shouldn\'t be there
Perfectly attired,
Clean and white.
It had to be admired.
Not a blemish or imperfection to see.
Amazing, for a river rat, like me.
I seen the beggar,
Paper cup in his hand...
Looking less glamorous,
Kneeling,
Head bowed,
Least able to stand.
I wondered about the whitewashed tombs..
And thought that eventually he might get a room.