In Memory Of A Teenage Love... Poem by Gergana Teofilova

There’s a radiant city that never sleeps,
Where random people seek survival,
It alters destinies, but also keeps
Piles of dreams and faith in revival

Over three centuries it has become
Home of tycoons making fortune in their mind,
While forlorn beggars die in slums,
Their eyes still linger on the streets so blind

And there’s a pretty lady made of copper,
Who keeps waving to the mooring ships,
She has always promised freedom to despondent paupers,
A torch in her right hand says: “Your life now begins! ”

And they believe her lips, which stay at rest,
Her glowing crown and stony face,
They eventually seem to have fulfilled their quest,
Their journey’s over in this brand new place

Upon East River, there’s a bridge
Once constructed by a German man,
Which looks like its fascination has always been,
A special piece of the Creator’s plan

Of course, it’s not the only one
To enrapture hearts without a break,
But it shines so brightly, almost like the sun,
And it’s just so hard to take a breath or walk away

Central Park, Manhattan’s soul
Has a wealth of color when it’s warm,
Its famous lanes are sparkling cold,
When winter tales are told in storm

Set as fortress for the needy chaps,
The Americans from Ireland then,
Hell’s Kitchen has since sheltered glossy wraps,
It won’t serve a purpose in the rags again

Recently, all hip-hop fans
Have cherished Harlem and its days of glory,
They more than often take a chance
At its remarkable and varied story

People in Brooklyn and Queens reach for the sky,
The Bronx and Staten Island have their share,
As if waiting for so many to come, live and die,
They just watch over, without a care

After dusk, the lights are on,
Thus, even poor areas don’t seem so gritty,
And while the sun is blazing through the morning dawn,
The world is falling in love once more with New York City