A Chance Encounter
By chance I happened on a Chicago street.
It seemed to beckon me.
There were shops, once bright where neon lights used to be.
I saw shadows there, and faces gaunt and weary.
I heard mournful weeping where they lay in a gutter bed.
Forgotten souls in anguish immersed in the hell of wine.
There were no prayers from their lips but they asked, “You got a dime?
When I reached the end of the street, I just walked away. Adios
By chance I happened on a Chicago street.
It seemed to beckon me.
There were shops, once bright where neon lights used to be.
I saw shadows there, and faces gaunt and weary.
I heard mournful weeping where they lay in a gutter bed.
Forgotten souls in anguish immersed in the hell of wine.
There were no prayers from their lips but they asked, “You got a dime?
When I reached the end of the street, I just walked away. Adios
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