This is another poem taken from "The Puzzle Called Life". I wrote this one through the eyes of a thirteen- year- old, after a trip to my favorite place, New York City.

Sidewalks

Some people use it to get from
One place to another.
Others live day and night on it.
Some are discovered on it,
While others die on it.
But no matter what,
A sidewalk is just that.
No one seems to pay attention
To those cracks and crevices
On that white concrete.
They can't.
Their lives are too full,
Too much worry,
Too many bills to pay,
Too many aches and pains,
Breakfast to make,
Lunches to make,
Dinner to make,
Cleaning, dusting, filing, taxes,
And did I mention bills to pay?
They jog or sprint through the day
Instead of stroll.
People learn to dart on the
Meaningless sidewalk.
The walk that takes them from
One part of life to another.