Imaim
there is a place
where children grow too fast
and the elderly are too mad
where traffic never stops
unless its jammed
and people rarely smile
unless they have cash
there is a place
that's colorful
to the eye
...deceitful.
many come but few stay
and the ones who do
grow old this way
in a place
where colors
don't make the sun look bright
where colors only hide
the reality of true life.
Copyright © Amy Kramer | Year Posted 2012
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