Pride In New York City

How could I ever return When leaving put the past behind me? Some kinds of love I have no use for, It would be like searching In pockets that are empty... Peering into the one-way glass limousines I hope to see someone I recognize While, simultaneously Someone is shaking coins in cup Te tell me he is hungry- Can I be stretched Between two such worlds? On the borderline of each Under the microscope of publicity And the indifference of police... Do those who have succeeded before me Know to abuse the bondage of poverty? The freezing action of debt and terror Is still better than owing personal favor... Too many out of work- where's the cure For the destruction of pride? After it is turned inside It becomes a character flaw And everybody tries to hide What they presume to be humiliating But it is just the prejudice That makes it unbearable....! When you wake up in the morning Thinking about what you have to do Or what you ought to be doing You can never really grasp what has passed In the hours spent revitalizing The sub-conscious memory... And though you take substance From the world you know, This is not what really refreshes You... ©All Rights Reserved-2011