Song for a Worried Friend

Along the path to Springfield-town,

beyond the wealth of broken crown.

To the winding roads and "Onward!" streets,

beside the widow as she weeps.

A love so vile a hate so pure,

the city cries with deaths allure.

You can watch them crawl on the tracks,

the weary, broken, "no-look-backs".

The hollow in the brook they go,

"Oh where?" You ask I do not know.

A warning now you wayward whim,

your feet are bound you cannot swim!

They waltz now down the alleyways,

beyond the smog of cities haze.

The road once clear now 'tis wild,

follow me oh friend so mild!

Reviews

[rnuff]

Really enjoyed this write.

[Andrew]

Thank you, it was written about the area I live in.

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a song like this
is a charming song
i'm ready to go
and hum along