Central Park


What would life be like

If I lived in the city?

Self important and refined?

Or the object of Pity?

The outcome of life is not

always the fault

of the one who escapes

as they are closing that vault

A certain amount of

our life is determined

by the whims of the gods

who laugh as they are churning

©g.abbey NYC Series

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This poem has been set to a video and can be found at youtube, and I will embed it here for you to see. Enjoy.