The Pony On East 88th Street
Walking up East 88th,
I had to smile in shock;
A saddled pony was parading
Up and down the block.
A little girl astride his back
Looked bored or else blasé,
Like a pony on the sidewalk
Happened every single day.
As the other children waited
Patiently to take their turn,
I reflected on the lesson
That those kids would likely learn:
When you’re living in Manhattan,
You will come to realize
That each day has the potential
To deliver a surprise.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2016
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