The Glass City

The Glass City

A Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa

Ain't it a pity

Living in the glass city

Wasting precious time

Too much crime

On her streets of brick

Her smog is so thick

You can cut it with a knife

Stuck here for rest of my natural life

I pray to my Creater

When I read the daily paper

Cause I get the blues

When I watch the news

On TV

Woe is me

Ain't it a shame

Who's to blame

Could it be the mayor

Does anybody care

 

 

 

 

 

© 2008 Deborah Leah Krempa


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Deborah Leah Krempa
Deborah Leah Krempa

Toledo, OH



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I am grandmother,.. My children and my grandchildren I love them all so very much. They are my gifts from my creator, the blessings in this life. I simply adore poetry and the .. more..

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