Streets Alive

-poetry

In the day so bright,

I sit in my car,

Watching the hustle and bustle of the city,

Where people came to find work, where some wandered afar,

Here days and night is always bright,

Some wake as the day is done,

For them, night’s the rising sun.

Some head to work, some homeward run,

I ponder how this place of endless chance,

Became a land where dreams take flight,

Each soul here in their own unique dance,

Each heart here, the flame of life’s eternal fight…

A poem for the city which gave me everything