New York Facet 1

It’s morning now
Them New Yorkers hurried
Between cobbled pavements
And potholed routes
Stuffy subway stations
Littered tracks
Leaking ceilings
Does dreams began
With state of the art headphones?
Can life commute
Without common courtesy?
I ponder the pitter patter
As I gaze at their
expressionless faces
Looking over
them dusty windows..

remember me by

remember me not

for the bad things I

did not do

but for all the roses I

scattered on your fair


remember me not

for the warts found on my skin

or the greying of my hair but

for my politeness that graces

your concerns


remember me not

by the odds that

weigh me down

that made you wise

for it won’t come again


our photos have bleached

the stains has blurred

but as I outstretch myself

way up high

I could only see love


and feel the mood

suspended on the clouds

and that is how you

should remember us by

the umbrella that we held tight..