Sidewalks

You stroll by it,

You stroll on it,

You muse along it,

You muse on it,

You lie along it,

You lie on it,

You must not mock it

For it may knock you off,

You must not hurt it,

For it may knock you off.

 

Food to our thoughts

Wealthy assets too

To the diligent few

Of our ambitious age

Unlike the rest of the lot

Who choose to glide

Along blue skies fly,

Instead of simplicity and joy

Of a walk with a loved one, coy

Along streets emblasoned with life

In poetry and art alike

Along the sidewalks of strife.