Searching For An Urban Love

This city has about eight million inhabitants Surely, one can find some love from these masses I see the young women with ripped pants I like the look But I'm not 20 anymore I must deal with the realities of age This exciting metropolis will eat you alive if you are not careful Communists, Trumpists, Facists All out there! What kind of a woman might I find in those ideologies? The three of them don't offer one much hope! Tonight I will flick on the television The good old fantasy box is very relaxing I do try to stay informed A gruesome murder not far from where I live took place last night Guess I should count my blessings Love is something we all seek in one way or another I'll probably go to a reform shul next Friday night Perhaps my prayers will be answered! One can always look heavenward for answers Love will penetrate the core of the urban masses There is hope Which we must cling to, friends if we are to survive in Gotham "Baghdad on the Hudson" as O.Henry named it