|The Pedestrian (standard:poetry, 69 words)|
|Author: davidg.||Added: Apr 22 2001||Views/Reads: 1852/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|a little poem about modern life...|
The Pedestrian Floating, like an endless stream of bubbles, blown by children in multi-colored play parks. People, hunched together, as if expecting an atomic blast, uranium teardrops raining down upon them. The streets, grey with boredom and disgust, not an inch of life left, graced by the pedestrian. The pedestrian, always following the crowd, he walks with no swagger, no smile, no charm. walking and floating onwards. Onwards forever. Tweet
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