Driving along these city
streets
Watching cars go by upon
their beats
Traffic flowing everywhere
People engrossed in their
own cares
Hurrying, rushing everywhere
No time to stop to even look
about
People beeping horns;
impatience rife
Everyone is always running
late
Non-stop traffic: crazy
lives
Too busy to even look at
life
Poor old man crossing the
street
Bent over double: both ends
meet
His walking frame: his
lifeline
As nobody seems to have the
time
He must go out into this
mess
Along the streets: heaviness
In his heart he knows his
place
Nobody stops to ask his name
He is just one of so many
Lost to their own sorry
fate!
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