Big City Life I See You
Looking out onto to the glare off the streets, it almost appears as if the asphalt were a
sheet of glass, as the rain pours down on the street. I see them but they hardly even
notice me. Another cold winter has come and gone for me, life in this Big City ain’t for
the weak. They look at me as if I was some kind of freak, as I bundle trying to keep
warm inside my filth laden sheets…I sometimes can’t remember the last hot meal I did
happen to eat. As I dig through a dumpster in the alley behind some old fancy
restaurant whose name I can’t even pronounce. A fifth grade education, if even that…I
see them, but they rarely ever see me. Lost here in the Big City this ain’t no place for a
country born boy to be…yet I see them, but they rarely see me. My bones ache and
sometimes I can hardly see, no refuge from the hot summer’s day heat…Look at them
all riding around in their air conditions cars with the music blasted so loud, I see them
but they rarely see me. Don’t pay me any mind. I ain’t mad at this old world or even
God… just upset with myself because I let the Big City life capture me and still my
youth. Still do what you always do when it comes to someone like me? Stare off at
someone else and just pretend as though you don’t see me standing here, just asking
for some help. Yes, look away…because no matter what you do? I still see you.
Copyright © Jay Anderson-Taylor | Year Posted 2011
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