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[aid] => mick
[title] => Just Once More Round
[time] => 2005-02-13 16:41:13
[hometext] => Ramblings of a Old Woman
[bodytext] => As I sat upon a bus stop stoop one day The sun and cool air around me I just sat thinking and I thought about long ago and far away when there had onced lived Kings and Queens. The life was hard and the serfs were poor But Me thinks is that not so far from how we live now? How simlar it was with The towns still reigned by govner or senator More the ruling class. We may not have Kings and Queens But we have the serfs. The working class, out there either pounding the pavement for a job or a better one. Imigining I - walk and pretend . Looking over at the high rise buildings How they lump whole groups together . Reminding me of a Ant Village Ant farm more like. And what do these grouped, gather masses do? They work. Turning as if I am blind , I let my feet take me I round a corner to enter a Pub , A Tavern and Joint of Entertainment to find Beer and wine freely flowing From patrons Laughing and Drinking and having a good time. The outside forgotten the sweat wiped from each working brow Long gone By now its party time. My feet take me out and i wonder further onto the inner city. The most saddess area of town. There ain't a whole lot that are working and its sad and depressing to look around But here are the masses of the Forgotten Hoping that they too won't be found. Their cries are true there stories so oddly familar But these are the poor of the poorer That just some how grew. Some of them were working And others never could Some of their eyes are so threathening you wonder what made you come here. Why should I care ? But look deeper into the filth of the clothes, the stench of their skin and you will find Just another human being within. Moving on I feel carried and almost awaken by chattering and loud noise. How strange I suddenly feel - so filled to bursting with laughter As I enter a whole new realm. China Town . Their speech amuse me and I softly giggle as not to offend And make up in my mind What I think they are saying. Their cultures so differnt and the wares sold in market type places Just for a while it was like shopping in those strange, new markets far far away . Alas I feel myself returning and slowly coming back down . Only to find meself alone staring across the street again downtown Wondering and wishing that bus Could take me just one more time round. Whisper [comments] => 4 [counter] => 142 [topic] => 25 [informant] => whisper [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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