In the Big Apple I stand and see
I must be invisible like a tree
The flow of humanity wandering by
They're all in a rush I wonder why
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This is true of big cities; everyone has a destination and a time limit. Don't get in their way or you'll get trampled. But travel to a small town and the scene changes drastically. Life is lived at a slower pace and people seem more caring. But once in a while it's exciting to get in the fast lane and keep up with the traffic. How much more you'll appreciate the slower pace of life when you return to it. Great poem.
great rhyming, and fascinating story. of course i KNOW there is at least ONE person in New York City who would notice you, , , , , , , , , , , at least if i were there when you were! ! ! ! ! NICE! [or did you mean Penn Yan, New York (my sister's 'summer home'!) ? ? bri :)