Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Another Part of the City

In another part of the city,
Where I never ever go,
The streets were far from pretty
And much worse that you might know.

The poverty was glaring,
The folks down at their heels
And, although I wasn’t staring,
They were burdened by ordeals.

Some were sprawled out in the gutters;
Others shuffled slowly by.
Though I couldn’t hear their mutters,
I could see the reasons why.

From my neighborhood, two miles
Is the distance, I would say,
Which holds separate all their trials
And keeps fear of that at bay.

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Yann Rolland November 5, 2025 at 3:38 PM New York is fascinating, i drove once in Brooklyn, all was chaos and dirt, remember the street , i was lost great poem dear ilene, you know what you are talking