Photo by Ryoji Iwata on Unsplash
Once these streets were full of life
Long before the pain and strife
The stories that this pavement told
They now lay empty, barren, cold
And now I drive amidst the rust
A monument ensconced in dust
I move along, I must take care
Although unseen, the eyes are there
They lie in wait, prepared to strike
To take whatever they may like
Keep up your guard, don’t act a fool
Survival is the only rule
©The Beginning At Last
The Beginning At Last 
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