City Life

Night time or is it day
The electric lights of sunshine
Confuse the populous who
Stumble from the drunken slurs
To alleys where risque actions
Fall over the shoulders
Of gluttonous business men
Wading through their own filth
Of greed and embezzlement
Of young mothers desperate
To hang on to the life of late night
To walk among the balustrade
Of buildings in the labyrinth
As elderly wave and wield
From windows a top
Another world from above
Closer to heaven
In the cop out havens
Of concrete and paint
With scent of spice
Of the beggar men
With homes labelled
Fragile and this way up
The torn gloves stained
With the certainty of doom
The weight of two nickels
The feeling of grace
The wine stained chins
Speak stories of pain
But listens no one to burden
The too fast city life.
                  DQ