Along
the back streets,
The buildings stand tall,
Dirty
concrete with graffiti,
And I have seen it all!
Pigeons
are everywhere,
They have no place to go,
Lost
in the maze of time,
And their sadness shows!
The
clouds move on by
You see time waits not –
As
the days turn into years,
But what is life’s plot?
There
is no time to think!
So, I just let it all be
I
have troubles of my own,
Through my eyes I see:
God
watches from above,
And to the world I recall –
Everything
God has created
For man, big and small!
Thomas
Theophilus© December 3, 2025
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