It’s amazing how beautiful a city can be when afforded to none.
Sidewalks well swept, mail on time, only small pockets and creases of crime.
But how will a life I make, if no place of stable home can I partake?
It’s a miserable shame, a famliless line.
Watching in distance, greying with time.
I’ve stood in one spot to experience it all,
I’ve waited row-side to abhor coming fall.