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Louisville Avenue

We’re living in a great divide Up and down Louisville No where to run or hide And I know it’s not easy When for others you’re trying to provide I can not seem to get much further Guessing whom to give what to Hoping I bother no other A dollar here and a dollar there Says they won’t stop or stare Do you see this great divide Up and down Louisville Just no where to run or hide We’re living in such a great divide Out the window of this bus I ride Never going to stop to slide You’re starving And I’m just alive Living in this great divide One side of the city’s playing up The other side’s a falling kingdom There’s a daiquiri store A beat down place to dwell When did paradise become such a hell Don’t you want to see the sun Out in a moon lit open Just no where to run But don’t you want to see the sun Make it home to the love of a mom Just to be a child And say there’s nothing wrong

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 4/8/2009 12:31:00 AM
Jerry, I like the way you describe "living in a great divide," donating money to causes so you won't stop and stare. Staring makes us face stark realities; donating money makes us feel like we are fighting the problems. Very wise observations. Love this poem! Thanks, Carolyn
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