Too Old For New York City

Winter in that city ripped the warmth from my soul.

All those faceless people with frozen hearts and minds,

Alive but not living, pushing… rushing…struggling

Like rats scuttling in and out of nameless places

 

Life there was for dreamers and only the young have

Any dreams left to give. There’s no inspiration

There for a man too old for imagination.

Not there among all those hurried, screaming masses

19 thoughts on “Too Old For New York City

  1. Your poem is strong and good.
    I do differ in opinion about the people though. Sure, like big cities it is rushed
    but during several visits I met many “angels” there. People who would take time
    and go the extra mile to help you out.

    I think I will write a poem about those angels…in the midst of the mad rush.:)
    Miriam

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    1. When I was younger, I could not wait to escape to city life. The bright lights, the noise, and there was always something happening. But now, my mind is not quick enough to keep up with so much stimulation. Give me green grass, an open sky and stars to gaze upon.

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  2. Thanks for replying to my comment, jerry. Can I apologise for appearing not to have ‘Liked’ your comments and blogs. Something the matter with my WordPress buttons – they work only when they feel like it, and on some sites but not others.

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