STOP RUNNING TO THE CITY. READ THIS POEM AND KNOW WHY

CITY


Life in the city,
I thought was that so easy,
When people move in, move out,
Every year in, year out.
Life in the city,
Where the men are busy,
And the women uneasy,
At nine, in night and morning,
The streets are still too clumsy,
You see the traffic wardens,
They have no time to resting.
Drivers in the city,
They make airy nothings,
Of what people notice,
This, to me seems rubbish.
What is it the city residents?
Nothing but the pickpockets,
And their brothers street fighters
And so many hitch hikers.
If you are a good thinker,
You will understand living in city
Is much harder,
And the rural life is much prettier.


(C) Poet HYBRID.