Who am I? <br />Am I the man with a briefcase in one hand and a mobile in the other rushing through the street? <br /> <br />Or <br /> <br />Will I be still standing after the crushing blows that life at my soul throw? <br /> <br />What makes me so different from everyone else? <br />Am I not human? <br /> <br />Will I not sin if tempted? <br /> <br />Will I not take revenge if wronged? <br /> <br />Will I become another cog in this concrete machine? <br /> <br />But is there still hope! ? <br />For the true heart of Dublin is not the clanking of this dead materialistic metallic machine but the beating of this natural oasis. <br />The only constant in this ever changing city. <br />Time will tell if I have the strength and virility of nature to face the changes of these infertile, artificial landscapes. <br />Will my convictions stand the testament of time or suffer under the pressure of this compassionate-less world of mine...?<br /><br />Brian James Caffrey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thoughts-on-the-steps-of-door-60-opposite-st-stephens-green/
