Life
Life continues to move along
Whether you get on or get off
Or sit there by the side
On a bench beneath the shade
To smoke a cigar and watch
The wind blow and the leaves
As they fall in every which way
A Traveler in New York
The Hudson stretches on to the distant sky,
Desires run fast to follow the endless earth;
He stands alone without a reason why,
Seeking the sun on a path for life's rebirth.
Roots grown cold, this traveler in New York,
Current obstructed by all he would forego;
It doesn't matter which turn at the river fork
When all of life is a memory from long ago.
