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.
