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.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 14th, 2024 04:27
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Comments3
Good write 2.
Well penned Valiantstar.
Thoroughly loved the poem.
Thank you.
Tremendous.
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