All the People
There are people walking fast on the sidewalk,
Quick as a flash of silver.
The needs of everyone vanishes in a hurry
As they go on
To their final destination.
Some of these people are portent,
Or just highly skilled workers.
Some of these people are bums,
Living off their parents or
Families’ money.
And then there are the homeless,
That have no place to go,
Who wander about aimlessly
In the night.
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