It is a crime <br />Like imaginary figures <br />Lying on the street <br />Covered with newspapers <br />On a windy day <br />With dirty faces... <br /> <br />That they do not carry pictures <br />To prove they need <br />To be recognized <br />For having a past <br />And remembered <br />To make a future possible... <br /> <br />This is the first hurdle <br />To go somewhere <br />And the second <br />To arrive <br />And then what happens <br />Is left to opened... <br /> <br />And then to be read <br />Depending on <br />How important one is, <br />Either left aside <br />Or answered... <br /> <br />Tossed in the air <br />Torn, perhaps <br />Ignored, maybe <br />Only misplaced <br />Into the trash <br />That gets left on the street... <br /> <br />Which didn't meet <br />Any criterion at all, <br />Lacking direction <br />Made the outdoor file <br />But haven't you ever <br />Wished you never <br />Threw that out? <br /> <br /> <br />COPY WRITE©2009<br /><br />Romeo Della Valle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/new-york-city-part-two/
