Scaffolds

The city’s filled with scaffolds;
They remain in place for years.
They’re ugly and at night they might
Increase somebody’s fears

For they provide some shelter
From the elements for those 
Who don’t have a place to live;
Hey, that’s just the way it goes.

They block the sidewalks, making it
Too narrow to walk past
When someone is approaching
If you both are going fast.

The smell of urine’s often strong -
That shelter thing again.
I guess the ease of access is
Too tempting for some men.

I think most urban dwellers
Think that scaffolds are a pain,
But with one exception - if you’ve no
Umbrella in the rain.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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Rolland Avatar
August 20, 2026 at 5:00 PM
good thinking, i remember that in Manhattan, while traveling many times give me to think, thanks poet
Peck Avatar
August 20, 2026 at 1:08 PM
Good thinking there, Ilene! :) I always heard it was very unlucky to walk under a scaffold. I never actually believed that, but, just in case, I always walked around! :)
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