Childhood

 The red pavement led to the subway

Advertisements and cokes, and also beggars

The old rails and trains led everywhere

Everywhere but happiness

 

Formerly radiant

Glorious, we had a blissful childhood

naive children going to school

Playing in the park

 

You get old and worse

Days darken your image

Children don’t go to the park

Louts do

 

We had to move

Away from your darkness

The evil in front of our building

From the window already,

We saw it coming.

 

Paris, you are my childhood,

It hurts me to see you suffer

But I rather

Leave you alone.

 

The End

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