The Lyric Opera Bridge
A song of the everyday we all sing from time to time...
Under the Lyric Opera bridge the Chicago river flows along with a stream of people whose last stop no one knows The waves roll by and then are gone like these days that go on and on… Along the bridge this daily song is sung the morning duty bell once again has rung A flow of people lost in dark vexing thoughts while on the river’s skin waltz wavy white dots Homeless peoples’ cardboard poems go unread I wonder if this morning crowd is alive or dead It’s just another day for the rest of us while towards the sun my dreams fly like Icarus How great life is when you’re “doing well” and how maddening when it all goes to hell while morning plays a melody that everybody knows across the Lyric Opera bridge where the Chicago river flows The waves roll by and then are gone like these days that go on and on…
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Beautiful poem and reassuring to know that in the midst of the crowd, God sometimes peppers poets and warriors like you who although you see their pain, defiantly dream your dreams, and in doing so raise the collective energy by offering them like silent prayers to the Universe on behalf of all.