Originally written in my Scribe in NYC.
If I was just but twenty-three,
Unsure of what kinda person I wanted to be,
oh the New York would be the city for me
Oh the lights and sounds,
Oh the people all around!
The foods, the goods, the arts and the festival
Metro North to Coney Island, celebrities great & terrible
Somehow I could acquire, a large group of friends too
Who loved the city and its vibes, who could never leave
I'd be a different person then, that is for sure
And where that life might have led, who even knows?
I am a good bit over that age now
And I must say, have a good know of the self.
Not like 'a lost sheep looking to join a herd,
but yes they do have all sorts of herds here,
the price of the grazing fields ok so high!
It's a fun place to visit.
But just as fun to be... be?
I think not.
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