Room At the Inn
Cold winds, still blowing
Together we walk on city streets
Two spirits who have met this day
and take joy in companionship
Bright sun, cold air
Spring is taking its time in arriving
There is room at the inn
for those who wish to take part
in urban delights
Fantasies reveal themselves
as the wind blows cold from the east
Hearts are moved by
the richness of this metropolis
There are other cities
and other people walking in them
But I wouldn't trade places with them
because Gotham can help you take wing
Fly over petty concerns
Take joy in the glory it provides
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2018
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