A Walk Around
A walk around suburban streets
Is peaceful and it's pretty
But if you want to people-watch
You just can't beat the city.
My grandson's neighborhood's
The perfect venue for a stroll
With lots of ghosts and pumpkins
But with not one living soul.
I love to have his company
Though when it's only me,
Manhattan, with its melting pot,
Is where I'd rather be.
*originally posted yesterday,
but deleted by Poetry Soup
(as per an email I received from them)
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