A Poem (no title)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A Poem (no title)

Submitted: June 07, 2011

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Submitted: June 07, 2011



The sun rises over the still sleeping city,
Early birds pecking at dew laden grass.
High clouds drift with the morning breeze,
Thundering trucks delivering early goods.

Buses come alive, humanity begins to stir,
Dog walkers and joggers enter the parks,
Cyclists filling the tracks and paths.
Scattering the early morning feeders.

The sounds of the day begin to build,
Until at last the day reaches full volume.
Once again the city comes to life,
Full of dreams and desires started anew.

Money is earned and spent even quicker,
Someone laughs, another one cries,
New lives found and old ones lost.
Where do I belong amongst it all?

©2010 Trevor Litchfield

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