Alley

Alley, a narrow road or street
Passage for different souls
Some are distinguished and others are nobody
You have been made for many years, historical

Children are playing and running along your path
And as time goes by, they grew into adult
Memories they left in you still haunting them
They laugh and they cry for those memories

Thousands of people walking through you
Back and forth for twenty four hours daily
You are sleepless and tireless, immortal
They made you for their access and comfort

Years have passed and they are now already dead
But you are still there, serving their grandchildren
They are chasing for their dreams with your help
We thank you for this, a simple but worthy invention of man, the Alley

Copyright © Archibald Nieva | Year Posted 2019