Street Life Poem by Phil Soar
Street Life
The path might be crazy, all cracked and forlorn
The road might be tarmac but have holes galore
Yet the avenue has such a wholesome display
Of trees that some people say get in the way
On the streets where the car has become number one
No place to pass easily now that courtesy's gone
It's so overcrowded some couldn't care less
The whole of society, in such a mess
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