I Hear Chinatown Singing

I Hear Chinatown Singing

A Poem by 19GamerGrrl96

Chinatown is the place I grew up in, and is a place that will remain in my heart. I am grateful for the service the people in this town have provided for me, my family, and others.


I hear Chinatown singing, the varied carols I hear;

Those of chefs - each one singing his, as it should be, creative and precise;

The waitress singing hers, as she serve her customers or dishes, 

The businessman singing his, as he makes ready for work or leaves off work;

The librarian singing what belongs to her in her library - the teacher singing on the school-ground;

The poet singing as he sits on his chair - the musician singing hers as she plays guitar;

The doctor's song-the nurse's, on their way in the morning, or at the noon intermission, or at sundown;

The lively singing of the children - or of the young wife, at work - or of the husband counting or checking -Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else;

The day what belongs to the day - At night, the party of hard-working citizens, happy, proud;

Singing, with open mouths, their strong melodious songs.


© 2013 19GamerGrrl96

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I really love this!! ojpjiophiygfyfipp

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Added on June 8, 2013
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Tags: Chinatown, singing, chefs, waitress, businessman, librarian, teacher, poet, musician, doctor, nurse, children, wife, husband, citizens



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