City Steets..City Beats By:DeanPeter
When I stand Near a City's street...
I listen close...to hear the beat.
People coming to and fro...
oblivious to It's pumps below.
Busses travelling down the lane...
Assisting commerce to It's name.
Police and fire rush to the call...
What's my part in this all?
The old man feeble asks "Where we are"
And "Can you direct me to the local bar?"
The cripple boy rolls up his chair...
What would I do if I were there?
The billboard stands above us...proud and tall
Displaying Easter Seals..to us all.
Yes! When I stand and listen close...
i'm but a greatful guest...and she's my host
Copyright 2005 DeanCpoetry Inc.
I listen close...to hear the beat.
People coming to and fro...
oblivious to It's pumps below.
Busses travelling down the lane...
Assisting commerce to It's name.
Police and fire rush to the call...
What's my part in this all?
The old man feeble asks "Where we are"
And "Can you direct me to the local bar?"
The cripple boy rolls up his chair...
What would I do if I were there?
The billboard stands above us...proud and tall
Displaying Easter Seals..to us all.
Yes! When I stand and listen close...
i'm but a greatful guest...and she's my host
Copyright 2005 DeanCpoetry Inc.
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