A Poem written by a New Yorker

i would write if I could
i would put down lovely prose
but no that is for the greats
one of which i am not
or ever will be
i am a fallen star dying
alone in a dark place
a place where no one ever enters
i hear the laughs far away
i see the fun i watch the lovers
families play tunes to gossip
they disregard the spirits
it is nature it is Gods law
there is nothing anyone can do
it is meant to be
the multitudes play as others lay to waste
the crumbs were thrown to the beggar
he died a tragic death
the king died soon
and found they had traded places
and that is the only hope for the hopeless

~jeAni~