On a cobblestone way
a drunkard lay
making last call
his only downfall.
In alleyways dark
two lovers park
thier spirits collide
in a deep divide.
A street urchin waits
for his pearly gates
a bottle he snuggles
to smile a struggle.
On a byway of brick
are the homeless and sick
living is so unfair
as into abyss they stare.
Lifes long lonely road
thier destiny is sewed
a sign it is read
the end is dead.
by rich jackson
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