Have you ever wondered how many people we walk past each day and never even see?
Food for thought.
Tag Archives: New York
September 11 (A Poem)
As the towers came crashing down
and all the bodies crushed but found…
What used to be, no more is there.
It seems our perfect lives are so unfair.
America, America.
How beautiful and kind to me.
Tragedy unites. Our pride goes on.
Home of the brave and land of the free.
A Rekindled Fire
In a cafe
on Broadway,
I
saw an old flame.
He approached me.
Looked at me
and said,
“What ya know,
I just
saw you sitting
here
while I was
sitting there
alone”.