Quiet Streets
The roaring sounds of the city have quieted.
The streets have taken on a different air.
I walk alone with no real cares.
Thinking nothing of the day gone by
And nothing of the day to come.
Bars take on their own sounds, peaceful.
The soft sound of the street where I live
Is a welcome relief.
As I enter into my quiet room I could reflect
But why bother? What the heck.
I lay down my tired head with no real dread
Of the city noises that will come tomorrow.
{Poem by W. J. Davis
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