Lining up on the way to the subway
I pass crowds of thousands of faces
Each one unique, each one rare
And as cold as the glaciers and the cruel North Wind
I smile with every effort I own
Yet I'm swept away by the tide
No one offers one in return
I'm standing awash in a spotlight of cruel, harsh white
This city taught me a lesson
Among the harsh skyscrapers and chiseled stone
I'm only one person
I am humbled I am worn
The cold city lights, cruel faces and then a comforting moment
A smile in a subway, two paths connecting, a fabric sewn
I'm looking into the most peaceful eyes I have ever seen
Awash in the glow I am safe and warm
And I realize that in this cold harsh city each little pocket of love is that much more precious.
Nice poem Eden! You've certainly captured the essence of city life... nice job! Brian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Eden, you're finest work yet. Lots of really good language and feeling. Keep up the good work, you're awesome.