Busy Is the City


Traffic Jam

Busy is the city,

Places to go, lights that glow,

What a pity,

That the city can’t go slow,

Or stop to catch one fleeting breath,

Until death,

In the meantime it teems,

While cold hearts pass each other,

Frozen sounds it seems,

Caught on their lips,

No warmth to share,

No time to care,

Just places to go,

To and fro,

The city can’t go slow,

With heartbeat that rocks,

Calmness it mocks,

Breathes out, breathes in,

No time to grin or make a friend,

What a pity,

That the city,

 Races break neck speed,

And does not heed,

I think the city,

Should stop to rest,

But the city won’t listen,

It thinks I jest.

2 thoughts on “Busy Is the City

    1. Only when I stop to enjoy the side streets, with some of those delightful treats, do I discover why I sometimes return.

      May the sun be on your face and the wind at your back as the Lord blesses you throughout the day. Carpe diem!

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