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New York has a certain special beauty, don’t you think?
So many famous sights that you could miss one if you blink
Flashing lights, colored lights, look-here lights, no-look-here lights
So many feet, rushing feet, shuffling feet, late feet
Feet that never noticed that my hat was hungry for money
But feet that took the time to take a selfie, ain’t it funny?
Too busy looking up to take the time to look down
Seeing through a pixeled screen instead of really looking around
They justified their heartlessness by saying “He’d just buy drugs”
But just because I’m homeless doesn’t mean that I’m a thug
What they didn’t know is all I wanted was tickets for a train
To see my daughter who had cancer, and was dying and in pain
But the feet moved on, life moved on, and I am still on my own
My baby buried in Philly, while I sit here,
cold
and
alone.
New York Connor Bonham 8-4 Poetry