The Streets

The Streets

Home to some
Entertainment to others

Bursting with food
Yet i'm still scrounging for food

So many warm buildings,
yet i'm so cold

So many people,
Yet i'm still lonely

I'm hearing the rattling of change,
But it's not near me
A beautifully decorated pavement,
It's a beautifully decorated bed to me

If you see me, say hi

Now the street is warm,
I'm not lonely
And that money? well, it doesn't matter

Care for everyone,
We're not here forever.

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world

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