City Street

by Christine Redderoth-Roderick

Our lives were as rich as we made them.
Real happiness was fleeting.
Disappointments were many.

Life handed us the unexpected at every turn
and yet we found a way to make
the best of our situations.

Sidewalk conversations.
Children learning the art of give and take.
Shop keepers keeping their customers thriving.
Street vendors happy for a days wage.

We lived and died together.
We ate and drank, laughed and cried together.
Life was wasn't always good,
but it was life,
and it was all we had.

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