The City

The city sports a shiny glaze Wrapped in its eternal haze The dwellers search inside this maze For their delusion to erase The workers rush to make the train In wind and snow and pouring rain They aim to find life’s own true meaning While their hopes and dreams are weaning The city takes its morning breath While waiting for the noise to pass Then it takes a heavy sigh Letting all the crowds subside Shrouded in excitement And its pace Encompassing the human race Promising the hopes of kindness If the offer ever finds us But for now we’ll take its glamour While upholding its pace and tremor The city takes its final gasp Motioning for the day to pass Dwellers come to seek some rest And in comfort it is dressed City folks wish for a reprieve Loneliness to be relieved We will look inside ourselves To fulfill the empty shell Our inner world holds valuable riches And takes us out of painful ditches Don’t mistake the glitz for peace And engage in daily bliss of each day’s most simple treasures Inner peace is eternal pleasure Brian S. Contest